Poems - Creativity in Words

I see your face,
I hear your voice.
Can’t get you out of my head,
But it has never been a choice!

I love and I hate you,
You come and you stay.
I will fight you tomorrow,
and want you today!

Friends come and go.

You make a friend,
you lose a friend.

The fresher the friendship, the more fragile it is.
Real friendship needs to be feeded with memories.

But memories won’t guarantee a friendship.
It can be a foundation to overcome rows or a dip.

True friendship depends on both sides.
If one side trails of, you have to pay for the rides.

People change.
You can’t change that.

No matter how strong the foundation of friendship,
nothing can resist changes.

Everything will crumble under the weight of time.
Eventually you will lose it all.

No matter how hard you try,
you can’t press friendship.

You can hold on forever, you can beg, you can fight, do all you can,
but when it’s over, it’s over, never to be restored again.

Accept it and move on or resist it and suffer.

Tonight, I lost a friend.
Again…
The last weeks were nothing but pretend.
Damn…

Shattered memories flash through my mind.
How did it come this far?
It’s a feeling, so undefined.
I’m driving a steerless car…

It’s going on and on,
picking up friends, but also dropping them.
But the car is getting emptier, everybody’s gone.
I’m feeling lost, I don’t know where I am.

I’m feeling abandoned, left in the gutter.
What did I do wrong? My mind’s filled with clutter.
I don’t want it to end this way!
Please don’t leave, please say everything’s okay!

Think of what we’ve been through,
think of all the good times!
We even shared the same foo.
I couldn’t describe it in a million rhymes.

But no. It’s over.
The reason?
A girl.
Ofcourse…

But in the end, no one is to blame.
Mistakes are made, multiplied by love gone insane.
Misunderstanding added with forgotten rows ruins the game.

The game of life.
Goddamn, I hate this game!

In desperate need of love,
but nowhere to be found.
A few times my head was in the clouds above.
but each time I fell harder on the ground.
It’s devastating me,
will I ever be free?

The smallest bit of affection,
the slightest way of attention,
makes me beyond all sorts of comprehension,
puts my soul in commotion,
and revives every memory and emotion.

It’s making my head foggy.
I can’t thing properly.
My heart says to favor my soul,
but my head’s trying to keep it under control.

The feeling’s there.
The longing is overwhelming.
But it’s just not fair.

I want it so bad,
but logical thinking makes me sad.

I know it cannot be.