You Poet

Lucky

I was lucky, still am lucky. I don’t want to look back, like am looking back now, regretting why I didn’t leave.
Why I didn’t accept myself
Why I didn’t love myself a little more
Why I never considered myself lucky
What am I running from really
What am I scared about really
Is it the little girl crying missing her daddy
Wondering how a conversation will be like
How my mindset will be, would I have been more content
Maybe I would learn to be more at the moment instead of snapping in and out
Stroy telling is easier because now I feel I can connect to you somehow
I know your personality will shine through me someday I just don’t know how, because I never even got to meet you to know your personality.
I was lucky, still am lucky. I don’t want to look back, like am looking back now, regretting why I didn’t leave.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s