Poems by kamiela Archives - The Ugly Writers

I did

When I looked into your eyes I didn't drown because it was deep It was shallow as nothing Yet your tears were overflowing

We are living this life for the first time So it's my call how I will play it out Only I can say if it's worth breathing Or if it's worth ending

What a cute and stupid dream. Wake up. No one remembers you.

We would have regrets. "I hope I did this or that instead." But it is too late now, the time has come, and we would have to go.

If you see me on my knees, Will I still feel your kiss? I wish you're only a call away Maybe not today but someday

Maybe the moon is looking down at me Convincing to be radiant as I can be Asking me to never take a rest And keep on doing my best

There are times when I hate being a writer. I feel too much. Words tend to flow uncontrollably. And it sucks.

The things I am are, All part of me. If they weren't there, Who would I be?

Bully as much as you want, 'Cause, I still won't hide that fact, that I am already Nineteen, and I am 4'11.