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Janie Elizabeth Oct 2017
i keep my poems short as to not bore you
the fear of the judgement pouring from you
i keep my lines short so you can rush through
the fear of the judgement pouring from you
i keep my words small as my thoughts are too
the fear of the judgement pouring from you
i keep my mouth shut, these words are true
the fear of the judgement pouring from you
Janie Elizabeth Oct 2017
I sing this song to remind you of me
to remind you of who we used to be
I sing this song to remember your blue eyes
to remember how the same blue cascades the skies
I sing this song to remind you of fall
to remind you of us floating above all
I sing this song to remember your lips
to remember the way you would kiss
I sing this song to remind you of me
to remind you of who we used to be
Janie Elizabeth Oct 2017
i write for who you are
i write for what you've done
i write for your beauty
i write for your perfections
i write for your mistakes
i write for who you were
i write for who you've become
i write for who you are not
i write for you
i do not writ for who i am
i do not write for what i've done
i do not write for my beauty
i do not write for my perfections
i do not write for my mistakes
i do not write for who i was
i do not write fo who i've become
i do not write for who i am not
i do not write for me
i write for you
Janie Elizabeth Oct 2017
You
Pictures of us surround me
Memories of us haunt me
Your name stuck between my lips
I choke on it
Your scent lingers on my pillow
i bathe in it
Your blue eyes linger in my mind
I need it
I need you
I want you
I miss you
Please come back
please come home
I'm sorry
It;s all my fault
I'm so sorry
Janie Elizabeth Oct 2017
i was a little girl
you where a grown man
i had no say
you acted upon your own sin
you took my flower
i was too young to know
at the time you had the power
to that i say no more
you are a filthy demon of the night
i am a ****** by heart and its my own right
you rot in your own filth
forever a beast you will be
i have many choices of who i want to be
a writer, a painter, psychologist, or musician
i have a life that is worth living
you may have taken my flower but my words still remain
you thought you had the power
but you're only insane
This poem is about ****. you should be aware of who you trust because i was a victim so many times to family members, but now i am a survivor

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