English Poetry: Alive
Finally, I could post this after my long university orientation. I wrote this poetry when I was bored and reminisce my "special someone" in a glimpse. Okay, this is not a story session so, check this out. Alive I could see the sun rises and sets But not the shiny eyes you had I could hear this crowded city But not the husky voice you had I could taste the savory But not the sweet lips you had I could feel the breeze But not the fine touch you had I could smell the rain But not the cologne you had My senses work But why don't I feel alive? Notion: This poetry is talking about "the lost" someone has encounter in their life, which "the lost" makes them feel like there is no more life to live. Where they was used to live for the petty little things that they appreciate and love, but when they lost those things they feel numb and feel like they don't belong anymore.
