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Introduction: My first blog and why I made it

Hi, I'm Denise, at this moment of writing (2014), 19 years of age. I've been writing officially (I call it official since I became part of the school publication) since I was in 6th grade.


This is my "first" blog. First being in double quotation marks because even before this, I had done one, but I don't think it was ever really published, more like a blog only for my eyes. I don't even know what happened to it. Anyway, here in this blog I will be posting all my poems, quotations, short stories, maybe even my novelettes, anything that floats my boat. I will also include my letterings, maybe some sketches or stuff. Everything related to the pen that I can think of. :)


I started this blog, as suggested by my friends because they knew that I love to write. Well, I considered it, and thought it might be a good idea. Since I wanted to keep a close copy of all my works. I even wrote them in a small notebook that I usually bring with me, but still, having a copy on the worldwide web would be good too. I also think that it would be nice to share my works with other people. I write to express my feelings, and I think that there would be people out there who could relate to the things I write about, maybe even help them or provide some insight. I know that at the moment, most topics seem to be about love, unrequited at that, but I will endeavor to post other writings about different topics. I will work to post all my works from the past up to my present ones, and hopefully, those of you reading will find some that you could connect to. Hope you all enjoy the things in this blog. Thanks for reading! :)

Wednesday, December 24, 2014

Goodbye

You don’t know how long I’ve been feeling this.
You don’t know how long I’ve been wanting to tell you.
It’s crazy, but, you, I just can’t resist.
But I must, ‘Coz it’s the right thing to do.

And I wrote a poem just for you,
‘Coz I can’t tell you directly how I feel.
To give it to you is what I must do.
So that I can finally move on, for real.

Though it took me an awful lot of time,
Though I kept backing out of many chances,
Though it was a tough and painful climb,
I finally did something more than just glances.

So it is done,
And so it shall be.
There’s nothing else to do but run,
‘Coz your reaction I don’t want to see.

I was expecting to feel relief solely,
Yet there is sadness, and I know the reason why.
This is the end of our yet-to-start story.
This is my GOODBYE…

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