Honestly, I don't know how to make a poem the right way but here goes:
Insensible Heart
Since the crossing of our path,
my heart already knew
the soul it's been longing.
I never did anything
and that was the end
yet a new beginning.
It signified the start
of a lifeless journey,
a forced way of living,
with the owner's soul
being dragged all the way
to eat the fruits of regret.
The feeling that you'll never be fixed
till that day comes
and he would say
we both knew
what the dark has been hiding,
it's been there all along,
yet we cannot see
and never cared to find.
We were both scared;
I was too scared.
Maybe the next time we meet,
I'd be more stubborn
and less afraid
of the eyes lurking within the light.
I'd give you what we've promised
and not live this current life.
A life with no meaning...
Since the crossing of our path,
my heart already knew
the soul it's been longing.
I never did anything
and that was the end
yet a new beginning.
It signified the start
of a lifeless journey,
a forced way of living,
with the owner's soul
being dragged all the way
to eat the fruits of regret.
The feeling that you'll never be fixed
till that day comes
and he would say
we both knew
what the dark has been hiding,
it's been there all along,
yet we cannot see
and never cared to find.
We were both scared;
I was too scared.
Maybe the next time we meet,
I'd be more stubborn
and less afraid
of the eyes lurking within the light.
I'd give you what we've promised
and not live this current life.
A life with no meaning...