Reality
Who said you were allowed to be in your feelings?
You are supposed to be on a journey of spiritual healing.
But yet instead, your head hangs low feeling the floor with puddles.
How did you find yourself being this low?
You are supposed to take it slow.
Why are allowing these feelings to show?
Broken minds, Broken times.
Seems to take over the mind.
Would it be like a cadged bird or behind bars?
The only thing you have is time with a broken mind.
I tell myself you will be fine just give it a lil more time.
Time heals all wounds that's what I hear all the time.
But it won't because I can't seem to get this shit out of my mind.
Allow me to sip some wine, drowning in my sorrows, will time rewind?
Take me back to my happy place, while knowing it was a headache.
I'd rather it be that way, because these new feelings are taking up my headspace.
You have a new face, but with the same vibe, moving differently, I try to keep up with the same vibe.
But I get lost and confused, because who are youuu?
You lay your head on me as I try to recognize the who is really in front of me.
Sitting in reality I tell myself no this could not be.
I'm really in love with who lies in front of me.
The face he holds is the face he was born with.
This is the one I truly love.
Now I really know I have to get my head out of the past.
Man, this is really sad.
I switched faces.
I was clearly living in the past.
Faced with reality, I know now I am in love with the man who stands in front of me
wrote 12/12/25 short story poems
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