Thread: Nomenclatures

I’m an ordinary boy,
With no exceptional capabilities,
Perhaps a few talents;
But that’s about it.

I have a realistic view about the world,
With my intuition being very clear,
My morals and my wisdom
Are what make me different from the rest

I am unsure of the way I am now;
I don’t know which decision is better-
Having a unique wisdom, gained by subsequent anguish

Or

A life with no knowledge if the real world

I used to pride myself on that
And now look at me
My dignity,
My mind, my heart,
My consciousness;
And my entire sense of self being

Are nomenclatures of recurring failures,
Emotional meltdowns,
Broken trust,
Uncertainty overshadows that feeling of exultancy
You know, “love”

Maybe, just maybe
If I was well aware of that enigmatic girl
The one who caused me to be partially insane
To be honest

I still would’ve loved to have her in my life
Even if I stand under the cold rain
Tears undistinguished from the water
Being so alone and wretched

I still, still,
Would’ve reached out to her, gave her back her consciousness
Perhaps slap her back to her senses

But like always,
I realise too late
The fact that she is a manipulator, an improbable person

Well, this pretty much captures my heart’s impression
This ain’t too good of a poem,
But I guess I won’t have to cry after this …

I’m an ordinary boy,
With no exceptional capabilities,
Perhaps a few talents;
But that’s about it.