I question my existence Wondering why am I here Should I even be here Should I even exist Why is my life complicated Filled with questions i hate
By Rena Momochi6 years ago in Poets
As spring comes So does the rain Along with many pains And i will have nothing to gain For I do not exist In this world of bliss
My mask is hand crafted and painted Over the years it was made Not a tear was shed Not an emotion let through Until I finally met you
To each their own In a way of words Like it or not It shall be avenged A shamble you are A crook in its rights A gypsy in a land of unknown
Millions of words, Go through my mind, But the one I like the most, Out of all the words, Is a single name, Your name,
Words on a page, That's all they are, You can tell a story, Like never before, Life, true love and sadness, But yet all so true,