Submissions by tersla
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SELF POEM
Published
5th Feb 2015 1:24am
5th Feb 2015 1:24am
It could be all of this.
This, it could be all of this
Gone, I fostered happy thoughts along
Left in a way for the best
A tragic cold, knowing I don’t fit the mold
Edges stark in contrast to my heaven
Place your wishes on my altar with grace
It’s funny that I never have a chance to love me
Polka-dotted raindrops, in an ironic sulk
Drew upon myself to see what I went through
But it’s not yesterday, still the freshest cut
This, it could be all of this
Where I found a place I belong.
Gone, I fostered happy thoughts along
Left in a way for the best
A tragic cold, knowing I don’t fit the mold
Edges stark in contrast to my heaven
Place your wishes on my altar with grace
It’s funny that I never have a chance to love me
Polka-dotted raindrops, in an ironic sulk
Drew upon myself to see what I went through
But it’s not yesterday, still the freshest cut
This, it could be all of this
Where I found a place I belong.
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