The streetlamps are lit in the night

Like stars on the sky that gives light

To show the path where I’m walking

Although tired I must keep on moving

Unto which side, I still don’t know

I’m currently just moving with the flow

Am I moving on or going back to you

Honestly, I really don’t have any clue

I’m just tired from feeling pain and regret

So am I looking at a sunrise or a sunset

Well someday i wish to write a lullaby

And not another poem that sings your “goodbye”



~ by lordouch on September 23, 2012.

6 Responses to “moving”

  1. Sometimes you just have to let go … painful as it might be. Beautiful poem. 🙂

    • well thats the thing, just when i thought ive let go id suddenly think oh her.. Thats what im trying to say in d poem.. Hmm.. Its like im trying to move on but am i reakky am moving on? Im sooooo confused and tired.. Haha but thanks to her ive writen poems poeple liked.. 🙂

  2. This is nice. 🙂

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