I DO MORE

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic
I wrote this poem at different time intervals.
However the poem is still in progress and will be ready on either 11th April or 15th April

Submitted: March 23, 2017

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Submitted: March 23, 2017

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Life is full of regrets.

Every wrong move comes with its consquence.

We made a lot of promises.

I made a lot of wishes.

I wished never to give up and I made a promise of forever.

But stupidity could not tie us together.

Ego and pride attacked us like a fever.

Maybe I made a lot mistakes.

I kept all the promises I could and broke whatever fate made me break.

I tried my best to be the best but just when i thought we were inseparable You decided to give up on me.

When I decided to accept life the way it was You came back and I got more confused.

I thought fate gave me a second chance.

But it was egocentrism that was given a chance .

Played with each other's emotions without noticing any offense.

Life did not make me start regretting but history made me do so.

All I hoped for was change but it came from good to worse.

I decided to face reality and wake up from my dreams.

This nightmare is consuming me, it's killing me inside.

Sometimes I do more than just regretting, I wish.

If I could turn the hands of time I would take us back to the days of true love.

To the days when we cared much about each other.

To the days we cared and wished of forever.

To the days our love flew as peaceful as a dove.

To the days we fought hard to conquer any barrier

To the days where our inexperience about love could not hinder.

To the days we slept and woke up to the thoughts about the other.

To the days when a day of silence felt like forever.

To the days when ignoring each other to get each other's Attention wasn't known.

To the days where quitting wasn't common.

To the days when correcting each other wasn't reasonable enough For a break up.

But I am human and can't turn back time

All I can do I wish wish and wish But I do more than just regretting and wishing, I miss

I miss the days we had each other's back.

I miss the days I was certain someone out there is praying for me.

I miss the days we would choose each other over others.

I miss the days I could catch myself smiling over a thought about us.

I miss the days I went hills over head in love with her.

I miss the days of dovetailing together.

I miss the days when forever was not long enough.

Sometimes I do more than just regretting, missing and wishing. I pray

I kneel down and ask for the Angel I once knew

For the girl who made me know love

I ask God for a restoration of what we had.

I ask God to erase the wrongs we made.

most of the time i ask to straighten what is bend

I do more than just regretting, wishing, missing and praying. I ask myself questions.

My life is full of questions .

People ask me a lot of questions.

I ask a lot of questions .

I am also a question.

Was it wrong for me to love her?

Did she use me to make them jealous ?

Was it lust?

Or did we just lacked trust?

If she gave her heart to someone else

While she told me she loved me

could i not believe that was love.?

Did she care about the other guys more than me?

Do i have to admit I still loved her even when things got complicated?

did she take me for granted?

Why did she become inconsiderate about my love?

Why did I let love consume me to my point of weakness?

Have I always been hopeless?

I do more than just regretting, wishing, missing, praying, and asking questions I remember.

I remember on the 13th of August when I first set my eyes on you.

I recall looking at the beauty of your eyes.

I remember how shy you were like it was yesterday.

I remember September 11th like the Americans

I remember how we broke into flames like the twin towers And fell deep into love.

I wasn't scared of what would happen afterwards.

I didn't mind going public like the al Qaeda leaders And claim responsibility for our falling like the twin towers.

I remember how I fought hard just to do something without thinking about you.

I remember how the distance between us could not stop us from being together.

I remember how I talked to you all day but still felt like talking to you more.

I remember how I became proud of being friends with you.

I remember how I could do anything for you.

I remember how I put everything on line just to see you.

I remember how I fell in love over and over again every time I saw you.

I remember it like it was yesterday when I openly told my mum I had fallen for you.

I remember the day we first held hands.

I remember the first day I first wrote about you in my dairy.

I remember the first day we talked.

I remember the first day we first called each other the best.

I remember the first day I openly said I love you.

I remember the first time we had a serious disagreement.

I remember the first time we argued and took separate ways.

I remember how I fought hard to restore the old days.

I remember how hard it was to accept life the way it was.

I remember when I learnt to give up.

I remember how heaven gave me a second chance.

I remember how we took a step forward.

I remember how hard it was to walk forever.

I remember how I fought for forever without knowing you hard given up.

I remember how hard it was for you to do a single thing for me.

I remember how hard it was to listen to me.

I remember how I fought not to be the one to break a promise.

I remember how depressing it was when you got upset for doing what you used to do.

I remember how embarrassed I used to feel overcertain things.

I recall how I much I pushed away people for your sake.

I remember everything you taught me. I know how it feels like to be love, how to love, the joy and pain it brings. The amazement it brings to life.

I am human I regret, then wish, then miss, then pray, I even ask questions. I go back to my memories. But I do more than all this, I write and read about us and do more and more.


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