Winds of time, come cradle me now In this cold weather, this cold, worthless vow The night is deep, the rain is loud What would happen now that the heart is proud? Feelings and lies, they are all too twined Dreams and worth, by Heaven's wrath, they signed The words poured, the heart is shown pure All admire honesty, all who knows what's sure The world looks for things most familiar and bright They found it in the simplest of things despite So we write stories about love, we sing songs about love But, trust me, we are never loved
Why do you think it's supposed to be that way? Why do people cry over love's emotionless sway? Why is it that to get attention It would have to be all about this emotion? Why must everything we do be all about this? If we can't, are we not human—will our existence cease? Because this feeling is the most idolized of all Every cranny, every nook, love has completed its crawl The world is rarely fair, the nights go deeper The sun dims and the threads snap together Because we might write songs and stories about our love But, trust me, we are never loved
Winds of change, throw me asunder on rocks ashore In the harsh truth, the bitter pain of a sore Not all find love, not all understand it So why must we pine, why must we still sit? Why would we still have to wait, to fix ourselves Why must we present ourselves like cans on shelves? Why do we bother pleasing the court Why must we be accepted by the sort? Because this is the world we currently live in Where diamonds pale and being loveless is a sin So now, we write songs and stories about love Just so we can avoid feeling like we are never loved
The night is deep, the heart is cold The passion is dead, the castle is sold The pain is tired, bitter is the world The rain has stopped, the camera rolled Reality is but a show we are forced to act The mind is lost, society declares what's intact Pieces fall as shards take their place Blood is but a silent reminder of one case The world is never really fair, the days go quicker Every silence, every word now has a filter So we write stories about love, we sing songs about love But deep inside, we feel as though we are never loved
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Well uh, that's a bit of uninspired poetry right there. I'm sure you can feel it too. lol.
I thought about the final lines to every stanza as I was walking to the comfort room one day and I wanted to write it. So I did.
This was written on October 2020, so fairly recent as of time of publishing. I wrote it during a storm at 12 am in the morning. Why am I awake at that time? Trust me, I sleep at 2 am nowadays. lol.
This poem basically tackles the current society where people are forced to find love in order to be socially acceptable. It may not be evident in your culture, wherever you are, but in my peers and the people around me, it certainly is. And this is also me thinking about the fact that I may or may not be an ace. haha.
How about you? What do you think of this poem? Comment below. :)
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PS. A little bit of an update. I am an ace, an aro, and non-binary. xD
