Potential. (Part II)
-Poems written with p.o.t.e.n.t.i.a.l.-
-I’m too young to know what love is
But I imagine it feels something like
When you take a shower after a stressful day;
When you laugh so hard you cry;
When you are terribly thirsty and refresh yourself with water;
Like you’re lying on a cloud
Listening to Peggy Lee
-I thought I could see colors clearly
But when I met him
I was colorblind
For I was not able to see his true colors
So now i assume that they are all black and white
Until they prove to me otherwise
-The tears he shed
Where not due to sadness
It was due to the
Death of a vegetable
-I want to take care of the Earth
But how can I do that
If I can’t even take care of myself
-tears leave her eyes
Only to be wiped away
-I don’t understand my mind
And i can’t even leave it in an attempt to apprehend it
-If one was unfortunate enough,
They have felt eyes pierce into their back,
They are familiar with the concept of being laughed at,
They know the ghastly feeling all too well.
As do I
-i push people away for ii don’t want to be a burden.
My life is a mess, yet mine.
No one is responsible for straightening and fixing my life, except for me.
So i feel lonely but i have begun to accept my fate.
-what is the meaning of our existence?
We do more harm then healing.
So what is the point?
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