Poems about old feelings

[ButrosButros_Grantos]

There’s no one I’ve been kissing.
Too busy reminiscing,
about things better left alone.
It’s time I just moved on,
been stuck here way too long,
sadness has been outgrown.

Feelings getting frantic.
Re-becoming a romantic.
There is nothing left to hate.
No more acting vile.
Or wearing a false smile.
I leave it up to fate.

And there is not a danger,
as the girl is still a stranger,
Could even be a friend I’ve missed?
My feelings getting legion
and I have to ask with reason,
she might not even exist?

So through the darkness I do grope,
but not blindly, as I have hope,
given by my renewed cares.
The light may fade, but I shall not
give in while I have a shot,
and the pit won’t catch me unawares.
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Time is slowing down,
as I anticipate,
things not being bad,
and you not being late.

It's so crazy (but i don't mind [really I don't]) cause so am I.

Time is creeping by,
but it's preparing me,
as I'm not ready
to let go and let be.

Not psychotic, Not at all, just crazy about being crazy.

Time is at a halt.
I'm so sick of waiting.
It's getting to me,
all this analysing.

Peculiar. Old sensations. New excitement. Same-different?

But when it happens
time will grow in motion.
Days pass like minutes.
My romantic notion...

 

[neverwas]

Youre writing has always managed to tick my brain over somehow

And there is not a danger,
as the girl is still a stranger,
Could even be a friend I’ve missed?
My feelings getting legion
and I have to ask with reason,
she might not even exist?

friends are always strangers untill you meet them...

Peculiar. Old sensations. New excitement. Same-different?

i loved this section. its the motion my brain would be in when i over analyse things over and over again.