Painting A Circle
I don't understand anything at all.
I stood on mountains now I feel so small.
You touched me but I can't feel.
I see you there but you're not real.
I don't want you but I want you.
I don't need you but I need you.
Here I am solving a puzzle.
Here you are caught in the middle.
Here we are painting a circle.
It's not a game, no easy thing at all.
It's something big but still quite small.
It's very simple but not at all.
It's not for anyone to figure out.
A slow song starts to fill the air
but we know not what it’s about
I don't want you but I want you.
I don't need you but I need you.
Here I am solving a puzzle.
Here you are caught in the middle.
Here we are painting a circle.
I don't want you but I want you.
I don't need you but I need you.
Here I am solving a puzzle.
Here you are caught in the middle.
Here we are painting a circle.
Go from here but hold my hand.
It’s not for me to understand.
Here we are trapped in a riddle.
Here we live painting a circle.
Something wrong with this poem?
Replies are closed for this poem.
Your Poem's Voice
See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.
Comments (0)
No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.
Log in to leave a comment.