I used to read your poems but lately you don't write you're silent and aloof you know that isn't right. You can't close a door once opened you can't abolish all your dreams you're a poet of the heart mustn't fall apart at the seams. Say what you can in words they speak the message true spoken from the heart the poems will see you through. A hermit's not your style a recluse, you are not never give up writing of things that you've been taught. I used to read your poems I'd read them once again if you would send them out (this one's from a poet friend)
I try to show love, But people don't see. I try to be strong, But I am weak. I try to be there, But I fall on the way. I want to be happy But inside I am sad. I want to live, But inside I feel dead. I look in the mirror, But the reflections not me. I see a face But know its not mine I cry to myself, But know I must stop. I have so much to live for But losing is my fear. I know it will get better, But I just have to wait. I know, I know, I know.
I love him I tell myself I know that We will be together forever I don’t believe that We could be separated My thoughts tell me that He’s the love of my life Sometimes my heart lies and says I could live an eternity Without him Like my friends say “We’re perfect for each other” And you can’t tell me He’s not the one.
In the pursuit of victory, defeat may prevail, Love's intensity can sometimes birth hatred's trail. Chasing dreams may lead to stumbling on the path, fully trusting yet betrayal may incur its wrath.
Truth's pursuit may uncover layers of deceit, Efforts to receive can leave us incomplete. Reaching for the stars, finding emptiness instead, Building bridges of hope, encountering despair widespread.
Embracing vulnerability may invite wounds to seep, Fighting for justice but injustice's grip we cannot keep. In life's intricate tapestry, contrasts intertwine, The bitter and the sweet, in harmony they combine.
because of you when feel defeat i now bleed black ink
to hello poetry: thank you for giving me an outlet. a place where I can speak freely when i am at my lowest, in the darkest place i can reach. thank you for giving me a place to put the thoughts that i cant comprehend in my head, and making me realize I'm not alone. i cannot thank you enough!
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They said, "The most beautiful art is looking into someone's eyes when they talk about the things they love." And I said, "Or looking at someone you love. Or maybe, just maybe, by looking at the mirror is the most beautiful art anyone should appreciate."
Appreciation post for myself; for you and for everyone as well. You deserve more than the world has to offer.
"What colour is my heart?" she sings, And as her voice soaks into me, I feel you slink and coil yourself around my heart. At first it felt like you were meant to be there, But the longer her set goes on The harder you squeeze. "What colour is my heart?" she sings. I know the answer. My heart is black and blue, Thanks to you.