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There are things in this world. Meant not to say. But to be seen and not heard. In their own quiet way. If said, it's regretted. For feelings get stung. And then. There are hands to be wrung. Because.
I write for fear of silence that echoes Pounds On my ears, To illustrate Sunken fears. I hope to heal From these Festering wounds And dry these tears.
Don't you let him hurt you anymore Don't you cry another tear I won't let him hurt you anymore I will be right here I will be your shoes and socks Get you back on your feet I will be your tissue You...
11:58 PM Water drips softly in the mist of night Crickets making sounds as my ears delight . My soul is healing with what lies in my chest. Seeing things clearly, thank God for the rest.
Just laying in your arms Taking it easy like the dr said You wooing me with all your loving charms Even making sure I'm fed.
For every time you put me down. For every word that stung. For every cruel shout and frown. For every punch you flung. I'll tell the world of my misfortune. I'll tell them what you've done.
I've fallen for you. This much I know to be true. You hold the key to my heart. You have from the very start. You make me smile every single day. With the loving words you say.
So many memories So sad All the moments I wasted and had, It's been two years and I'm finally strong It's been two years and its time to move on Loving him was a mission and a half Loving him was...
I wrote this to my friend who had a harrowing past, and had never really spoken fully of it. I encouraged her to write a poem about it then burn it!. She did that and text me a copy.
After reading one of poem that brought so much painful memories to me, I knew I had to find this old piece of paper, I wrote when I was so little, don't remember age exactly, probably around 6 or 7,..
How can I reach out when all you do is push me away. Why do you tell me to leave if you want me to stay.
I got lost trying to find my soul Travelled Travelled hard Fell in love Fell apart Found I'd changed Found I was still the same Time moved on I stood still Yet nothing and everything had...
You and I, Two of a, Kind, Bogged down by, The daily stress, And grind, Your heart is, Kind but yet, It's broken, From neglect, And harsh words, Spoken, It needs time, To heal and, Mend, If you...
One of very old poem I wrote long ago, when I was crushed by ex lover and new love mending me --------------------------------- As each day passes by I got to know you more And the more I got to...
The dreams I had were based on lies, All so I could sever my family ties. The fear of getting too close only for them to die, Is too much for my heart to accept and comply.
The pear tree Stands tall Silver bark, Flaking from its Gnarled branches "Pluck a pear" It whispers "And I will Heal your soul" It hushes My heart was So broken, I felt That I needed healing.
When I read through Opuss and I see the things people write, the things they are really going through in life, I feel so sad for them, for all of you.
so I go to a camp every summer. every summer. since age seven. I don't say bad words there. I'm happy. I'm innocent. two weeks of being a kid. two weeks of freedom. but it's only two weeks.
When someone dies,. Someone near,. Theres a pain in your heart,. That makes you spare a tear,. It can be an end or,. A new start,. That time you have to part,. With someone,.
Hello again, and today is Sunday, December 16, 2012. This isn't going to be addressed to any one Connecticut family specifically, but instead addressed to whom it may concern.
Oh, Sandy Hook... Dear Sandy Hook. What have you to say. Do you cry... Do you cry. For the children yesterday. My Sandy Hook... Poor Sandy Hook... I ask you, please don't cry.
If my words were a comfort I'd talk to you all day,. If my arms were what you needed forever in them you would stay,. I would do anything to make you smile,. I know you've been down for a while,.
I've never known something like this, it's a cross between fear and happiness. It's a fine line between delusion and reality. My mind keeps switching, between past and present.
With forgiveness. I hold my heart low, below sorrow. In the beauty of your presence, I bowed, with anxious adoration. No soulful regrets linger in memories of being.