Posted in Literary Pieces, Poems

Sunrise

Every sunrise counts
For he who wonders
If he’ll be there to see
The next one, the next day

And that very time came
When sunrises are already counted for him
He who sinned against all his enemies
He who regretted every decision he has missed taking
And he who loved her until the very end
With the idea of him not being loved back

And that very time came
When he already took his last breath
That time consisted only of three words —
Regret. Hatred. Fate.
For he regretted not doing all the things he should’ve done
For he was hated until the day he passed away
For he accepted the fate of a helpless man like him
Until his last breath

via 6:39AM

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Posted in Literary Pieces, Poems

The Last Poem For You

Fake people have their fake masks on
I wonder how they live with those masks on
I wish I could tell you, I wish I could let you
Know how painful it is being with you

It hurts to know your smiles ain’t for real
It hurts to know loving me is against your will
It hurts to know loving me isn’t your big deal
It hurts to know loving me you didn’t want to stand still

You’re a fake person, oh you’re really one like them
You belong with me fae less than you belong with them
It seems to be obvious on what you will choose
For in my case, I’d rather love a goose

If you wanted to love again, my dear old friend
Promise me you’ll never wear your mask again
Don’t break his trust for it wont regain once broken
Love him until we see each other again in heaven