Questions

Questions

A Poem by N3v3r_2_L@t3

Confusion clouds my hazy mind

The concept of love, presents itself

Along with the picture, of the most unlikely person

Scattered words, and whispered smiles

All seem to be an omen

That we were ment to be?

 

Or were we?

 

Do I like you...

Do you like me...

Questions crowd around

Where do we stand?

None of them answered

 

When asked by me

You're answer is no

But someone else,

without hesitation...

its yes?

 

Why do you have to be so confusing?

Why can't you just admit?

This game is getting too old to play

When will you finally slip?

I guess I will never know

Whether we were meant to be..

 

For now,

Friends is just good enough for me.

 

© 2008 N3v3r_2_L@t3


Author's Note

N3v3r_2_L@t3
This is written, because I am confused about something...and I decided to vent...

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always good to vent. best medicine for depression in fact,

good write though

Posted 15 Years Ago


This is very good. I like the way you write.

Kudos!

Posted 15 Years Ago


This is very good! I can relate to the questions you asked. I think this poem makes people stop and think. Great write!

Posted 16 Years Ago


This is an Amzing piece.
It is a piece that many people can relate to including me.
I have a piece called "Questions" too if u wanna check it out.
I love this poem!!

Posted 16 Years Ago


I have that same feeling. Good write. Love the "rightness" of it. :)

Posted 16 Years Ago



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