Confessions of a lost soul

Is this what I really wanted?

Is this what I wished for?

If what I have is what I desired

Why do I wish for something else

…or something more?

 

What I wanted to be mine yesterday

Will I still want it tomorrow?

If what dreams comes true today

Will I have a new dream tomorrow?

 

Do I really want what I think I want?

Will I be happy if and when I get it?

Or is this a fantasy driven by jealousy

Which will end up in me feeling guilty?

 

When dreams come true

They do not remain dreams anymore

Reality seems to be so ordinary

And that then makes me wish for more

 

Greed now rules my soul

And even “Everything” is not enough

My dreams will come true

And when they do, I will have no clue

The grapes will always be sour

Happiness…always beyond reach

_JP_

PS: I will post some of his writings for the mean time. He gave it to me and shows some of his poetries. He doesn’t want to be mentioned so I put his initial name.  I wasn’t able to write anything since I’m in a healing process but I will still try to write again as I promised on my previous blog.

Thanks for reading.

Jenny G. ♥

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Lost Diary

I was happy that day that I wrote it on my diary

Telling all the stories about you and me

How you are being so nice and sweet everyday.

Hmm… I remember something

Everything was written in blue ink

It was like a story telling…

“First page where everything started. On how we first met, on how we have been together. On how we thought that we are perfect for each other. It was like  a fairy tale, full of love and laughter…”

But at the time passes by …

all the following pages rapidly vanished

Words become dark and blurry

I cannot read it clearly

Tears started to fall

I wanted to read it once more

Just to remember everything

Even If I will be in pain…

After all, the happiness that I had was just a dream

It was only just a dream

that separate me from pain

A dream written down like a story

A made up story that was written

in my lost diary.

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Two lost lonely people in the world

Wandering around

Thinking what to be sold

As they both have an empty hand

“it’s gonna be fine” says the other one

But just about time when he try to hold her hand

He find himself in an a empty land

And the person beside him were gone

The Last Page

December, thirty-first

All beautiful moments will be kept.

Eleven hours and fifty nine minutes

All bad memories will remain secrets.

For this year, twenty seventeen

Now has come to an end

I am forever thankful,

Forever be grateful,

Despite all the sadness and tears.

Still I had fun, joy and adventures.

“To this year I say goodbye

For next year I see in my eye

A year full of fun, joy and laughter

I will certainly be older, oh dear

So many days to be all mine,

I know for sure the sun will always shine!”

I place myself in a new fresh blank page

Where I can write and save

my stories and memories.