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True LoveI don't know how to tell you this
You aren't just another friend
You mean much more to me
Every time I see you
I just feel...
I forget of all the terrible things in life when I'm with you
You make me just want to smile
Just smile and play
As if we were kids again
When I'm around you
I know that everything will be okay
I can always just be myself
And I know that you will never judge me
I just want to let you know....
I love you and I always will!
SomedayMaybe someday you'll love someone who doesn't love you back
Feel the emptiness of missing someone who just doesn't miss you
You'll do everything for this person and it still won't be enough
Hold them when they cry
Listen when they need to talk
Understand when they get upset
Make them laugh just to see them smile
But it's not going to make them love you back
Maybe someday you'll find the person who makes you happier than anyone ever has
The one you can't see yourself without
Who makes it difficult to imagine yourself with anyone else
And then they'll leave
They won't feel the same way and disappear
Maybe someday you'll wake up thinking they're in your arms
And then remember they no longer want anything to do with you
You'll spend weeks laying in bed, crying
Trying to figure out why you weren't worth it
How you went from meaning the world to this person one day and not the next
How they could tell you they love you so much just hours before they leave you
Engulfed by loneliness only the
PainI've been replaced, i've been hurt
I've been beatin', pushed in the dirt
I've been taken, forgotten too
Now I don't know what to do.
Who to trust, where to go
Who's my friends, I just don't know
They all leave me here to cry
Here to break, here to die....
I have no family, not anymore
I'm just treated like some whore....
My friends hate me, want me dead
"Burn in hell!" Is what they said
Life is hard, it's hard to trust
Shoul I end it, yes I must.
My mind is gone, it ran away
Life is hard, it couldn't stay.
So i'm here, and gone insane
From all this never ending pain
I cut my arms, slit my wrist
Cause no one knows that I exist
I cry for help, yet no one hears
I scream inside, from all my fears
I walk the streets, with no hand to hold
No one's here, it's getting cold
I want to end it, my pointless life
With a gun, pills, or knife
I can't take it anymore
My heart is aching, bleeding, sore
Suicide tempts me everyday
It seems so simple, to 'fly' away
There are many ways to simply
Forever Reserved Forever Reserved
You'd care if I washed up on a forsaken shore,
You'd fight for my life and dare for more,
But you don't know how far I'd go for you,
How long I'd cradle you if you were black and blue,
Or red from the wounds you never deserved,
Because for you, part of my heart is reserved.
ScarsThe mind forgets
But the heart remembers
The criss-crossing scars
Show like stars
The streaming tears
And haunting fears
Of the slain
The cries of those
Who never screamed
Praying for life
Without a sound
The pleas for help
The wishes that chance
The pain might dull
And the mind forget
But the heart
Will always remember
You're Not A PoetYou’re not a poet because of strung words
Together on row upon row again
Of blank verse or perhaps liberal rhyme.
‘Slam’ all you want, other poets wonder;
Your ignorance of couplets a blunder?
Yes! I speak harshly, but it’s no gross crime,
To point with honesty failed verse of thine.
No real poet discards upper case words;
Lets prose crawl on paper like listless worms.
You seek to free verse of those stern letters,
Sever away bleak capital fetters,
But it doesn’t sing of great speech sublime,
Rather, it sneaks of writing in spare time.
Wait! before you throw me in the icy Rhine;
It’s hard to put verse together in rhyme,
To make our dull words sound great all the time,
Hear them ring out loud, like a clear clock’s chime,
Heralding a poet’s summer prime.
Yet the sacred muses weep at your crime;
Your pentameter mangled thick like slime,
The subject not gilded in raiment fine;
Your bold ink font, crystal waters divine
Tastes bitter to the ton
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