Adulthood, Literature, millennials, Poetry, Uncategorized, Writing
Leave a Comment

Waterlogged

Let's talk about the L word!

Once there existed a teenager who was filled with something

That would never leave his mind, something heavy and lifting.

A head that wobbled just like a log that stands afloat, aware…

Moods and ideas, and questions that might have been premature.

But who is to say what time is righter or truer to feel what he felt?

That nothing could be more right or true, that he thought he knew.

Away went the months and the years that passed with him hoping,

For what is sweet about this guy is the way he cared not about time

Or the pain it brings, or even less that it was in vain and yes, he knew.

Learning that people can not reciprocate in that measure we expected.

Listening to advice that is valid but so hard to believe in, so pointless.

Living in a hunt for my place with her, or hers with me. But who is she?

I think he…

View original post 35 more words

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s