Once you’d gone,
It was never the same,
Despite would you told me,
I thought I was to blame.
And I remembered,
Every fault I’d shown,
I didn’t realize,
What it’d be like once I was alone.
I’ll be patient,
If you give me a reason to,
And even if…
How do I know it’s true?
Even when people,
Told me I shouldn’t
I still believed in you,
When you couldn’t.
But what do I have to show?
Did everything I did just evaporate?
Did it mean anything?
3 comments:
i think that this is more bela's kind of writing than anyone else's.
This is a very good parody of a Bela poem, hehe. Very accurate.
Yay! I have my very own poem style!
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