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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! :)

Tuesday, December 30, 2014

Loving you

I can't explain how I feel,
but I know that the pain is too real.
I can't fathom why,
but this feeling makes me want to cry.

I never should've believed,
now this pain I have to heave.
You liking me was never possible.
I can't believe I ever thought it was plausible.

The pain I feel now is incredibly crushing.
How stupid I was for misunderstanding.
It really hurts to feel this way,
and I don't know when I'll ever be okay.

Why I fell for you is not a mystery,
but I never thought it would cause me much misery.
Loving someone has never caused me much pain.
And to think, from loving you, this is all I could gain.

So I don't know why else I can't let go,
when in fact you've caused me much woe.
And there is nothing that I could do,
to stop myself from loving you.

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