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Maybe I will cry for days, Or maybe I'll move on. Maybe I will weep and wail, Or act like you're not gone. Maybe I shall think of it, Or maybe I'll forget.
A true friend is the one who picks you up when you fall,. A true friend is one that won't lie,,. A true friend is there when you call,. A true friend is there when you want to die,.
I wish I could express my wink When I post about what I think. Please don't take offence at what I say It's just me and I roll that way.
Moving on.
What to write. My inspiration, it's gone. Day or night. I always write two poems maybe one. Why?. Cant I write something good. My mind isn't being creative as it should. Now I am thinking and...
In my mind I'm living in this truly special place, Escaping to my thoughts where I don't have to show my face.
Fill this crystal glass with something more than ice. Give me the will, the unsuspecting courage, the confidence. To live my life. Let me understand, am I lined up behind the damned.
The sea of jealous greens and blue, For anyone who isn't you. You hide behind a plastered smile, But come sit down and talk a while.
So I know this is a little late But I figured this poem will just have to wait. Because it's my special number five hundred and two. Thats over 500 opusses I've written for all of you.
Why do I let you Take control of me With your glimmering smile And meaningless words. Why do I let you Continue to beat me With your thoughts, Words, and fists.
It's been so long since we were here, The app I used to hold so dear. I guess I just haven't needed to write, But something still grips me oh so tight.
Another title, another veil for my rambles. I've never been much good at poems; in fact, in my entire 17 years I think I've only written one. It was about daffodils, and I was in Year 3.
A closet is known as a scary thing A place where we hide away all our sins It's where we hang our skeletons If opened, we'd all be outed as cons But my closet's where I store my past The nick-nacks...
How do you guys manage, in writing such a lot. It should mean that it's quantity, and quality that it's not.
You only have one side to your face. If we all thought the same what a terrible waste. One mans funny is another mans bane. God life would be dull if we were all the same.
I wish I may. I wish I might. On all these stars. Laid before me tonight. I wish I may. I wish I might. For something certain. Without any fright. I wish I may. I wish I might. On all these stars.
Tomorrow is coming. It's approaching so fast. I cannot wait. For it to be. Back in the past. I've had shit day. The worst one from hell. So I went in the bath. As you could tell. Now I'm all clean.
#household #closet In my closet are collected my fears, they're stored in there with all my tears, sometimes I open up the doors, to look upon my sorrow and flaws, I have to fight to keep them...
Threw my dreams in a wishing well. And watched them disappear. If they came back I could never tell. But I'm still waiting here. Shared some love, lost some innocence. I wont get back again.
So I am going to stay up all night. Listen to music in the dark. With no light. The only light coming from my phone. In the dark by myself, all alone.
Hey, opuss. Here I am again. I am ready to start, I am ready to begin. I took a break. And a change i hoped it would make. And it actually did and I will write.
Tired. Shouldn't have stayed up late. Talking flirting watching tv etc. Now I'm playing the price. Sleep is trying to win through. Eye lids are heavy. Struggling to say awake.
They say you should always look for the best in people. Never jump to conclusions when you meet a person. An overweight plain person may have a fantastic personality.
Woke in the night, I couldn't breathe Horrible thoughts that just wouldn't leave Is it worth being upset by mistrust.