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BeautifulMisfit98
BeautifulMisfit98
22/F/Oklahoma In a world where you can be anything always be kind♡ / Always down to chat about writing or life✉ / Check out my Instagram for more mini poems @beautifulmisfit98
Please take everything I taught you; The surprises, The late night talks, The sweet texts, Take them and use them for someone else. Please don’t treat anyone else like you treated me.
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Feb 4, 2021
Feb 4, 2021 at 10:05 AM UTC
Lesson No. 1
You put too much into your thoughts and I don’t put enough. I think that’s our problem.
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Feb 2, 2020
Feb 2, 2020 at 8:57 PM UTC
Thoughts
Oh honey, Sometimes it’s the timing that’s wrong Not you.
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Jul 26, 2019
Jul 26, 2019 at 5:32 PM UTC
Time will Tell
Don't get me wrong, I am happy That you are out there Living your dream. You're out there Seeing the whole world Day by day. I just wish I was a part of that dream.
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Jun 24, 2019
Jun 24, 2019 at 12:38 PM UTC
Dreams
All is forgiven But the trust is forever broken
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May 14, 2019
May 14, 2019 at 12:37 PM UTC
Forgive but Don’t Forget
It’s hard to fall in love When you feel Like you’re already Six feet under
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May 12, 2019
May 12, 2019 at 12:26 PM UTC
Six Feet Under
I know it’s not healthy. I know it’s going to hurt. But ****** It’s the only love I know. It feels real to me And can’t that be enough? I know it’s not love But let me believe it is. Just for once. Let me be "in love"
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May 1, 2019
May 1, 2019 at 7:31 PM UTC
Numb
I hope you drink When you think about me. When you think about our time Coming to an end. I hope you drink When you miss me And all the times we spent Laughing, crying, and loving. I hope you drink Because of me.
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Apr 23, 2019
Apr 23, 2019 at 11:06 AM UTC
Alcohol Poisioning
I don't know what's worse. Having your heart broken Or breaking someone else's And to you I'm sorry.
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Mar 11, 2019
Mar 11, 2019 at 2:46 PM UTC
To You
I like how my body looks In a broken mirror. The many cracks give my body A different shape. A shape I’m proud To call mine. The many cracks hide my reality For a short amount of time. Until I leave the broken mirror And walk in the hall to see a whole mirror With no cracks. And I see myself. My true self. The body I’m not proud is mine.
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Mar 4, 2019
Mar 4, 2019 at 9:06 PM UTC
Distortions