Lost…
May 17th, 2004 by SmrtSkoso
Lost…
Lost in her mind
lost in her dreams
Always the same
dreaming again and again.
Leaves on trees turning yellow, orange and red…
still she is alone on her bed.
Watching leaves falling
as it starts to fall the snow…
she can’t get away, no!
Still… he is there
he is following her everywhere.
Thinking of him
a wish will never come real.
Image of him, in time - she hopes - will disappear.
Well this is one of my poems. It’s just an amateur piece of “art” :) I just had to express my feelings towards a guy for whom my heart beats. Sadly he doesn’t seem to share the same feelings about me.
Eh, what can a girl do?
Anonymous Says
Nice poem, SmrtSkoso.
You write beatiful poem.
LP Jernejovc
Feb 5th, 2005 at 21:28
Miguerusan Says
What can a girl do? Wake up, go out and get a better one.
Time pass by pretty quickly, enjoy and stop thinking of “what if”. The moment is NOW. Live it and be happy!
Aug 17th, 2006 at 12:10
SmrtSkoso Says
Thanks for advice Miguel. I have forgoten him. I really don’t worry about him anymore. That was written more than 2 years ago. I hope that better one will cross my path soon, or not. I’m fine on my own.
Aug 17th, 2006 at 13:59
Anchi Says
2 years ago?! …
These are not my words, but I like the way this lady writes:
i was thinking about this at the cottage, how two weeks ago the cherries were sort of yellow and barely identifiable as cherries, and how last week there were some red ones and we swallowed them like they were heaven, and then this week they are so cherry flavoured they’re almost not real, they’re better than life, and in two weeks they’ll be gone and in four weeks i won’t believe they were even there, so many cherries i couldn’t eat them all. how this is something i appreciate about living here, the seasons and the fact that things come and are perfect and then they go, and we have 50 weeks to yearn for them, and then forget how much we liked them, and then be surprised anew.
i was thinking about how this is important, being able to let things go. learning that things have their seasons. i was speaking sternly to myself about this reality, about loving what you have while you have it and holding things in the open palm and this is how i want to be, the person i want to be, and i knew i was right. but i was also in the back of my mind whispering how it’s not fair that i don’t get to keep everything that i want.
Čao Bao! A
Aug 21st, 2006 at 10:11