On writing poems.

Three years ago, I was engaged in writing poems. My friends introduced me to a writing site and since I was lazy to write even short stories, they insisted that I should at least try writing poems. So I did. When I was 15, Taylor Swift’s songs inspired me much and as we all know, almost every single song she writes is purely remarkable. Being the cheesy and hopeless romantic that I am, she became my inspiration. I thought that even if I can’t write the way she does and put those texts into songs, maybe I could at least write poems. That site became a big part of my high school life and it pains me to realize that I put my back on it and to writing poems as well. I’m not a good writer. Those were shallow little pieces but writing those made me feel lighter on the inside. I’m thinking if maybe I can write again. I don’t know. I just don’t.          

The other day, our professor gave us a copy of this poem and according to her, it’s the greatest love poem ever written. Well, here it is.

How Do I Love Thee?

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
I love thee to the level of every day's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right.
I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

Then she went from being romantic to being a relationship. She even asked random people from class questions like “Can you consider yourself romantic?”, “Can you love unconditionally?”. I heard giggles everywhere. The class was filled with whispers and everyone tried teasing each those who they think are admiring someone in the class. They must thought we’re in high school. It’s funny though. Then our prof asked me if I can possibly tell my boyfriend that he’s my everything and I was like, “No miss and I don’t have a boyfriend in the first place.” with my poker face on. All she could do was smile. It doesn’t hurt to be single, does it? It’s a matter of finding happiness from other things except from being in a relationship with someone in the opposite sex.

Anyway, like what I’ve said, I’m trying to write again. Trying. Not compromising. 🙂

Until next time! DFTBA! xx


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