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Wrenching in pain. Hands twisting my heart. Leaving your burnt handprint. Healed but leaving a scar. I cast you as the star in this. So you know your lips I'll never forgive.
Come home soon oh wandering soul. Here you'll find your ultimate goal. Been waiting now for so many years. But it's meant to be so please no tears. You know that this is worthy and right.
I thought we had something I thought it was there But for you, it seems love Was not in the air I kept building bridges As you burned them down I papered the cracks Whilst you played the clown It...
I've missed you day and night And your just not in my sight It's tearing me into pieces The straight perfect road we had , has now formed creases Making the journey harder to travel Now twice as...
Please, stay with me, Shine another day, Would you break me Leave me this way. What if I said, I can't live alone. What if I said, You are my home.
#youngwritershousehold I carn't spel. At leest not verry wel. My mummmi seys I'm bad And thatt maks me verry sad. I rote this poum for herr, Im sory for wot acurs.
You heart is stubborn and strong, Even when things go wrong, You seem to know what is right, And hold on to that with all your might, I envy your certainty, And moments of...
Without the slightest hint. my days can turn dark. My mind reduced to a torrid grey sea. Drowning in blackness. I struggle to breathe. Trying to set myself free...from me. My racing heart leaps.
I thought you cared. I thought you were my friend. I thought you would support me. I thought you would be there for me. I thought you trusted me. I thought I did nothing wrong. I thought we made up.
A broken heart. You broke it apart. It was me who ended it. But you were the reason, it was all you, every bit. It wasn't complete, the thing we had. It started good, went slowly bad.
Look into my eyes. Tell me what you see. It won't be happy. It won't be pretty. The way I act. Makes me seem happy. It makes me seem fine. But look into my eyes. There you will see. See the hurt.
You said you'll never let me go But you left me in the pouring rain Looking at the melancholic skies Broken like a ragged doll You said you'd never break me But you were the one who hurt me...
Look at that Leopard, Look at the pain in its eyes, Look at it silently begging your help, Please, Set It Free, Look at that Leopard, Look at its tatty, overwashed fur, Look at the deep cuts on its...
#acorns #nightdwellers Another oldie...
#youngwritershousehold I let the tears roll down my cheek, I felt so vulnerable and weak, He'd left me crying on the field, I know my heart would never be healed.
#youngwritershousehold My eyes are filled with tears The tears I kept inside for years Holding them back, trying to force a smile Hoping it would only take a while For years you've been poisoning...
Lemon heart,. Oh so sour,. Withering away,. By the hour,. You took my hand,. Sweetened my heart,. But you were lying,. From the start,. Made me forget,. Lost in my love,. You took my sweetness,.
Love can start with a flirt. And it can end with a heart that hurts. Love is something we want to keep. Love is a feeling, so deep. Love can make us so happy. But when it hurts it makes us feel crapy.
I sit here, Null Void Empty Like a vase with no flowers Like a lamp with no bulb Wish I could hold onto that which makes me feel, complete, That which makes me feel happy and bold I lay here, A...
Love only causes Necrosis Of hope, joy, faith And the soul In those who have Loved, lost, know Just what they Have let go.
#yongwritershousehold In this corner of broken trust, Your voice is what I lust, I cry myself to sleep at night, Staying in this room knowing nothing's right.
You never once Raised your voice, Told me to shut up, Said I was stupid, ugly or fat, Mocked me for anything I said or did, Even when I was irrational, Emotional or argumentative.
BOTDF Never Stops Inspiring Me Personally.... Poem with song names :p Sorry to anyone not a fan.. Slowly yet surely, All The Rage. Spills to page. Deep Within. Listening to words of wisdom.
The children lay dead in broad daylight, Killed by a generation that were too polite. They forgot what it was to live a life, Passed it on to their kids and spread the strife.