and I felt alive
There was a feeling
With which I walked through the night
My thought probably a million times thought
My situation is silly
But for me it is not
I wrote so many poems but finished just less
About life, love and passion
And I don't know if it's just a test so
My questions scared me so many nights
Woke up with just one tear in my eyes
And I want to cry
But I don't know for whom
Or about what and why.
This poem appeared mysteriously one day in my poetry book. I can't read the signature so if any of my friends will confess I would like to put an author to this.
