Oh my great dear god
While do I feel such pain
Sometimes I feel so alone, and think was it just some silly game?
When I think of my father, and how he ruined my life
The moon is like a ball of sour cheese
It shines in the night like it’s trying to please
One that is wondering and exploring
It certainly isn’t something you would say is boring
Here's how my stories goes. I'm Haella, a freshmen college student coming from one of the popular university in our country. First day of class was great, I easily find friends. One of them is Eunice, she's my closest friend of all.
I’m lost for words when I think of you
I stutter, and stammer trying find the right words
Before I utter out beautiful, sincere and elegant
I get butterflies so often when I’m with you
I’ve counted ten “best” friends from twelve years ago…
And I think about each one to this day.
And where they are now, is what I’d like to know,
‘cause they’ve never called me just to say “Hey!”.
During all my years of writing, not once had I ever thought of showing anything I had written online. Not until last year, when I came across this site. I couldn't believe how many beautiful poems were posted on here and I thought to myself, people will read these and some will even comment and rate them.
I am thinking it's a sign that the freckles
In our eyes are mirror images and when
We kiss they're perfectly aligned
And I have to speculate that God himself