Everything comes to an end.
Things that make you happy are not exempted to that fact.
Those things sooner leave you feeling alone.
Everything comes to an end.
Childhood dreaming has always been a joy, ofcourse when i was still a kid. Yes, when I was still a kid.
The joy has already faded. Because for now or at least until tomorrow,
dreams are but frustrations to me.
I hope everything will be fine again.
I hope I'll feel happy and care-free once again.
I hope there's more courage to hope,
until that feeling comes into me again.
When? Well I don't know.
I'll just leave it to the timeless fact that exempts nothing even the loneliness that I am in.
Everything comes to an end.
2 comments:
i can really feel ur pain on this poem but remember that time mends and heals all wounds. just be happy. u cannot heal urself by sinking into deeper sadness and frustrations. make the best out of each day. ignore the negatives. dont dwell on the past. u can do it bunsoy. i know u can. ;-) to top all these, PRAY!
sometimes i feel on sorrows too, i feel all the world hated me but wen i see this, all worries are carefree and i tell my self to move on and take all the sorrows as a steping stone as i study until ive reached my goal in life.take heart my dear:)
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