I wrote a poem about everything and here it is.
How Long? (Truth)
I lie here talking to her,
And I don’t know what to say,
Is what we tell each other true?
Or is it all a beautifully imagined lie?
We tell each other “I love you.”
And how do I know that the words aren’t truly empty,
And put feeling I do into my sentence,
And yet I wonder if love is what I feel.
We spend hours on the phone,
And so little time together,
I wonder how long it can last,
Down the drain is not what I want.
I sit here listening to her,
And she’s speaking of her past and problems,
And I’m getting sick,
I feel that we always talk of our problems.
Is this how we are meant to stay in relation?
Are we doomed to our regrets and sorrows?
And I wonder if there is hope in the future,
For her, me, and us.
And so now I sit here.
I remain here, for how long I know not.
How long will we last?
How long? How Long? How Long?
Christopher Estrada
I know I sound like just a regular high school kid but truth told. this is my first girlfriend. What does anybody think? Will she and I work?
