The reason why I think I'm not capable of being in a relationship is because I'm selfish. I'm not capable of returning feelings.
I apologize
-Roena
Friday, March 4, 2011
Thursday, February 17, 2011
With Every Inch
Cool, I just found my age-old poem!
I was asked to do a poem about valentines.
While others made poems about admiration, and how they are willing to do anything for him/her.
HERE IS MY PERSPECTIVE
I am 10 inches off the ground;
I can sneer at those from my high tower.
It is isolated, and no one can reach me,
And yet you break down the foundations,
until I am on the ground and on my knees.
My fingertips grab hold on to the walls of my collapsing tower,
and 9 inches of me perishes.
All that is left is an inch.
it is small, it is humble, it is strong.
It is mine to keep
and also yours to nurture.
You take me down to build me up again,
and with you I am a better person.
With every touch, I am yours.
With every height, you are mine.
With every inch, the sky is ours.
I was asked to do a poem about valentines.
While others made poems about admiration, and how they are willing to do anything for him/her.
HERE IS MY PERSPECTIVE
I am 10 inches off the ground;
I can sneer at those from my high tower.
It is isolated, and no one can reach me,
And yet you break down the foundations,
until I am on the ground and on my knees.
My fingertips grab hold on to the walls of my collapsing tower,
and 9 inches of me perishes.
All that is left is an inch.
it is small, it is humble, it is strong.
It is mine to keep
and also yours to nurture.
You take me down to build me up again,
and with you I am a better person.
With every touch, I am yours.
With every height, you are mine.
With every inch, the sky is ours.
my paper universe
I often dream of a paper universe,
it is lonely, it is always plain white.
The world is empty, and there are no skies.
With my hand I brush the surface with the colour of my imaginations,
And chase that emptiness away.
I often dream of that paper universe,
still lonely, very empty, and the whiteness never ends.
I commit myself to run faster so the emptiness is gone
The emptiness is still there; I see it in the distance
I often wonder how long will it take to chase the emptiness away,
I often wonder why am I chasing at all,
Maybe I just want the space to be filled.
it is lonely, it is always plain white.
The world is empty, and there are no skies.
With my hand I brush the surface with the colour of my imaginations,
And chase that emptiness away.
I often dream of that paper universe,
still lonely, very empty, and the whiteness never ends.
I commit myself to run faster so the emptiness is gone
The emptiness is still there; I see it in the distance
I often wonder how long will it take to chase the emptiness away,
I often wonder why am I chasing at all,
Maybe I just want the space to be filled.
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