Thoughts about those,
Who are unaware,
I, myself, am unconscious,
For feelings which matter.
A trickle of a tear,
For those who do not care,
I forget the ones,
Who never make me cry.
An attempt to change myself,
For those, in whose world I do not exist,
Forgetting about those,
Who accept me for who I am.
Bequeathing a wreath of devotion,
At whose feet which walk away,
Staring at the footprints left behind,
Unaware of the affectionate arm on my shoulder…
"We tend to forget that happiness doesn't come as a result of getting something we don't have, but of recognizing and appreciating what we do have"
Who are unaware,
I, myself, am unconscious,
For feelings which matter.
A trickle of a tear,
For those who do not care,
I forget the ones,
Who never make me cry.
An attempt to change myself,
For those, in whose world I do not exist,
Forgetting about those,
Who accept me for who I am.
Bequeathing a wreath of devotion,
At whose feet which walk away,
Staring at the footprints left behind,
Unaware of the affectionate arm on my shoulder…
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"We tend to forget that happiness doesn't come as a result of getting something we don't have, but of recognizing and appreciating what we do have"
3 thoughts:
truee...very true, the quote I mean.
the poem is quite sad.
Still scares me... lol. So true.
Undeniably true..
Very well written. :)
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