They don't understand, why I sit by you,
they don't understand, why I stay away.
They think they know everything about you,
they think they know why I cruelly care.
They should stop and think -why you look so blankly,
they should stop and think -why I stand so alone.
If they could see, the hurt that you've caused me,
if they could see, my angst-filled tormented screams...
Then, only then, can they understand me,
then, only then, can they see in me...
~Copyright Ozlem Yikici 2013
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#Worldsapart #FridayFun Artist, Writer, Poet -above all a humanbeing trying to find a way in this world by keeping to morals values and ethics as a guide to do good. YA writer & author of a selection of short stories, flash fictions, poems & blog articles. I'm here to share my work & cascading thoughts, be it through blogs or comments on posts you share. I blog at http://www.yikici.co.uk/recent-news I'm contactable through: Twitter: ozlemyikici kik: doodllz my imagery can be sighted here: Instagram: yikici and on my blog http://www.yikici.co.uk wattpad: yikici
It's illogically correct, It's plainly complicated. It's a constant change It's an instant classic. When alone together It's pretty ugly, It's deafeningly silent, It's strangely normal.
They say poets write about love while they sleep. What do they know of love, what secrets do they keep. I write about love, not knowing the word. It is just an idea that seems quite absurd.
Gone like a bolt, Vanished with a flash. Like its my fault . You're just being rash. Tried hard to halt, But couldn't avoid the crash. Now It burns like you were salt, Being rubbed into a gash.
I'm done with emotions. Like love and like lust. I'm done with devotions. And I'm finished with trust. I'll never again. Go back to those ways. They only bring pain. And I'm done being brave.
Self harm references.
I cry and cry, A tsunami's begun. I drown in my tears. A complete no-one. Scars cover me Both Inside and out. And I can conclude, That's not what life is about.
You shot me through the heart With your cool unfeeling words Indifferent, harsh, and cruel What happened to lovebirds. We were beautiful...
#acrostic. #fictional. Hanging on by a thread of hope,. Each fibre of my heart tore with the words you spoke,. Artfully pained by the break of the heart, you're.
@EDogg 'they' are evil beings. lol I'm happy you like this; this is a simpler poem to my previous ones. βΊ
'They' sadly are everywhere, it's important to not listen to them. Your life is your own, no one should judge it.
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