poems by moray kernal, . . (classic english novels TXT) 📕

Is there a such thing as love?
I have felt love for someone dear,
I believe they feel the same way,
I believe they care,
I believe they love me as much as I love them,
I think they do,
But do they?
Do I mean the world to them?
Do they love me?
Do they care?
Do they mean everything they’ve ever said?
Do they love me?
Is this a game?
Is this all fake?
Is this “thing” we have nothing?
Do I mean nothing to you?
Do you truly care about me?
Do you truly love me?
Do you?
Is this all a game to you?
Is it!?
Is it a game?
Why, oh why cant I leave you?
Why, oh why do I care so much?
I love you,
But you don't feel the same,
I must be going now,
I’m tired of this game were playing,
I cant take this pain anymore,
I need to move on,
I need to forget,
I need to take my love and leave you,
Never to return,
Goodbye my love,
I shall miss you so dear,
But this is bye,
Goodbye forever.

What is death?
If I were to die,
Would I be missed?
Probably not,
I love the life I live,
Is that what you want me to say?
There are parts,
Part in my life in which I cherish,
There are parts,
Parts in my life in which I wish would leave,
I love the life I have,
But there are some parts in which I hate,
I would end my life,
I would die just to get away,
But is that the right way?
I don’t know anymore,
I want to leave,
But I want to stay,
I don’t know what to do,
Should I stay?
Should I go?
Those are the questions in which I ask myself every day,
I debate with myself,
Argue with myself,
If I should die,
Or if I should stay living,
I don’t want to stay,
But I don’t want to go,
I’m fighting with myself on what to do,
If only someone out there cared,
Would they care if I died?
Would they cry?
Would they miss me?
I want to leave,
I want to die,
To never breath again,
To breath a final breath,
To no longer live,
To no longer care,
But should I leave?
Or should I stay?
I think I should go,
Goodbye,
I’ll be watching over you,
I’ll be watching over the ones I love,
Goodbye.

I miss you embrace,
that made me feel safe,
I miss your smile,
that helped me through the day,
I miss your laugh,
that took me miles,
I miss your voice,
that sounded of an angles,
I miss everything about you,
you were my everything,
I miss the talks we had,
of anything of random,
I miss our hugs,
the ones we shared whenever we went our separate ways,
I think about you day and night,
your always on my mind,
Sometimes I dream of you,
I dream of your embrace,
I dream of your smile,
I dream of your laugh,
I dream of your voice,
But my dreams aren’t victorious,
they don’t match up with reality,
Everything in my dreams don’t match up to you in reality,
its not as realistic,
I miss you so much,
I cant wait to see you again,
I miss everything about you,
I miss how cute you look whenever your mad,
or whenever your annoyed,
I miss how your hair blows though the wind,
I miss how you still that breathtaking smile,
I miss your laugh that always cause me to smile,
I miss your embrace that I’ve learned to love,
I miss holding your hand that fit perfectly in mine like a missing puzzle piece,
I miss the way you’d play around with me,
you’d poke my sides while walking in the halls,
you’d bump into my shoulder laughing and playing around with me,
I’d play around with you too,
I’d poke your sides playing around with you,
I’d bump shoulders with you but grab your arm cause I know how clumsy you are,
I’d be walking on one side of you then I’d switch side just to annoy you which just made me smile at you,
I’d sneak up on you scaring you,
I miss those times,
the times we played around in the halls,
the times we held hands without caring who saw,
the times we’d hug whenever going separate ways,
the times we laughed, and smiled at one another,
I miss the good times we had,
I miss you and i cant wait to see you again.

Text: moray kernal
Images: moray kernal
Editing: moray kernal
Translation: moray kernal
Publication Date: 02-15-2016

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Dedication:
these poem have feeling behind them and i wasn't thinking whenever writing them so I apologize ahead of time.