Modern poetry about things

earlier times

My mood

Bright as the sun.

But as soon as I saw you,

The sunlight turned into mist.

earlier times

My mental state

Quiet as autumn water

But when I met you,

There are ripples in autumn water.

I asked myself.

What's going on here?

Why did I see you?

I feel inexplicable pain.

I hinted to myself many times.

I'm not in love with you

Falling in love with you is impossible.

because

My heart has been messed up,,,,,

but

Your figure always appears inexplicably.

At the sight of your eyes.

I am inexplicably uneasy.

I asked myself many times.

What does this pain come from?

Hate after love?

I don't think so

Because there is no hate in my heart.

What the hell is that?

Maybe I will keep asking.

I might just tell myself.

There is an unexplained pain.

Because it doesn't just come from love.

Thinking about life.

This kind of pain

There is no specific reason.

There is only the background of life.

This kind of pain

There is no strict logic.

Only sporadic fragments.

perhaps

Living and thinking

There is no life without pain.

Because there is an unexplained pain.