HollieWilson - Hello Poetry

You said that you didn't want to lose me but what is this if it is not loss? It isn't love It isn't happiness It isn't good If you think that what we have now isn't loss then you are even more stupid than I thought You said that you didn't want to lose me but you are the one that cut the cord -Can you remember the last place you had it? That is the question of lost things-

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Feb 27, 2018

Feb 27, 2018 at 10:52 AM UTC

Loss

You said that you didn't want to lose me but what is this if it is not loss? It isn't love It isn't happiness It isn't good If you think that what we have now isn't loss then you are even more stupid than I thought You said that you didn't want to lose me but you are the one that cut the cord -Can you remember the last place you had it? That is the question of lost things-

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I hate the way you look at me now. Some days you look through me as though I am a pane of glass. Other days you look at me with pain and regret as though you are trying to decide whether to say sorry because you made a terrible mistake

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Feb 27, 2018

Feb 27, 2018 at 10:48 AM UTC

Through different eyes

I hate the way you look at me now. Some days you look through me as though I am a pane of glass. Other days you look at me with pain and regret as though you are trying to decide whether to say sorry because you made a terrible mistake

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I feel as though my life is just one long poem that nobody is reading

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Feb 27, 2018

Feb 27, 2018 at 10:45 AM UTC

Exhausted

I feel as though my life is just one long poem that nobody is reading

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How is it possible to have so many beautiful memories with a person and then one day to have them all burned and reduced to ashes? How is it possible for the person sharing these memories with you to be the one striking the match? I thought that my tears alone would be enough to put the roaring flames out, but I discovered that it was a two-person job, and he wasn't crying. So it burned The fire raged And now we're nothing but grey ash

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Feb 27, 2018

Feb 27, 2018 at 10:40 AM UTC

Inferno

How is it possible to have so many beautiful memories with a person and then one day to have them all burned and reduced to ashes? How is it possible for the person sharing these memories with you to be the one striking the match? I thought that my tears alone would be enough to put the roaring flames out, but I discovered that it was a two-person job, and he wasn't crying. So it burned The fire raged And now we're nothing but grey ash

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We all tell lies, lies so deep We all have secrets that aren't ours to keep We all have feelings we're battling with, Decisions to make, to die or to live? Deep inside of us all there is a fear, that the only way to be happy is to cut yourself ear to ear The worst part of it all is that even when we think we do we have no one to call So go now, get out of this well, but whatever you do don't take the wrong road or you'll end up in hell The devil will ask how you know your way around the halls of hell, and you'll reply by saying, I don't need a map to navigate a darkness I know so well.

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Feb 27, 2018

Feb 27, 2018 at 10:38 AM UTC

Seclusion

We all tell lies, lies so deep We all have secrets that aren't ours to keep We all have feelings we're battling with, Decisions to make, to die or to live? Deep inside of us all there is a fear, that the only way to be happy is to cut yourself ear to ear The worst part of it all is that even when we think we do we have no one to call So go now, get out of this well, but whatever you do don't take the wrong road or you'll end up in hell The devil will ask how you know your way around the halls of hell, and you'll reply by saying, I don't need a map to navigate a darkness I know so well.

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What do we really have in this world? Apart from the handwritten letters, the dusty polaroids capturing memorable days long gone, and out battle scars. We have nothing much at all. Because it all gets snatched away too soon.

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Feb 27, 2018

Feb 27, 2018 at 10:36 AM UTC

Snatched

What do we really have in this world? Apart from the handwritten letters, the dusty polaroids capturing memorable days long gone, and out battle scars. We have nothing much at all. Because it all gets snatched away too soon.

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