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KimberlyHeart
KimberlyHeart
18/Agender This isn't me.... / but rather my inner self
Don't look at me with those hypnotic eyes forcing me to fall weak Don't speak to me with that entrancing voice that portrays lies, spells that lures me to you Don't hold me with that enchanted touch that keeps me spellbound Don't kiss me at night with the moon bright outside as it gives you power and temptation Don't try for I know the truth I know what you are
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Jul 3, 2017
Jul 3, 2017 at 11:32 AM UTC
Don't
"I have it all but yet I can't have her"
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Jul 2, 2017
Jul 2, 2017 at 2:19 PM UTC
Untitled
when we hugged I was the perfect size to lay my head on your chest and hear your heat beat When we made love my ******* were the perfect size for your hands to fill When we held hand the spaces were the right size for every finger to interlock with yours When we kissed my head was the perfect size for you to hold with one hand and gently rub with your thumb But in real life am I the perfect girl to live the rest of my life with you and to build a future with?
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Jul 2, 2017
Jul 2, 2017 at 1:54 PM UTC
Perfect for you
Oh dear luster. Today I felt your lips after a long time. The immediate intimacy is still there but this time i felt another on your lips, you did not taste like how I remembered you. I looked into your eyes and I did not see me, so I kept them closed but still I could feel another on your lips. I could feel her because you tasted like regret, I could feel her because you touched me with remorse. So I looked into your eyes once more but all I saw was thirst. You had me turnt me into a savage - one that knew nothing about feelings for it was never practiced. It died within and it was then I realise the regret and remorse I tasted on you came from within me, how could I have let you in again after I knew you will never by my lover for you only practice lust. You're my luster
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Mar 21, 2017
Mar 21, 2017 at 8:39 AM UTC
lust me, dont love me
"It's not the words of the bully that hurt me It's the silence of my friends"
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Sep 12, 2015
Sep 12, 2015 at 10:59 AM UTC
Untitled
This is so hard Different than i thought Maybe I'm just not suited here Outcast! That's what I am My poems, If they even worthy enough to be called one. They can't even compare to the poems here. Maybe I'm not suited here Outcast! That's what I am I want my words to flow like yours For everyone to read with hungry eyes Respect my work But maybe I'm not suited here Outcast! That's what I am
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Sep 5, 2015
Sep 5, 2015 at 4:39 AM UTC
Outcast
"But your life's perfect" they tell me Haha if only they knew
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Sep 3, 2015
Sep 3, 2015 at 5:25 PM UTC
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"Whats wrong with you?" You ask With that careless tone in your voice Just standing there and asking Like you have no choice Frown on your face as you watch my tears fall I stare at you thinking Dont you care at all? "What wrong?!" you ask again This time with frustration And i know you're thinking That im just looking for attention A thousand reasons But none you'll understand So i simply shake my head And wipe the tears with my hand You moan and leave the room Not understanding my pain But how can i ask you to If you always think im insane I know things are different now After your stroke But you always treat me As if im a joke I want things to be back to normal For everything to change Where im your little girl And just start a new page
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Aug 23, 2015
Aug 23, 2015 at 2:20 PM UTC
Dear Dad...
Time to hide again To place her mask on That shines beautiful smiles For hundreds of miles But her eyes How could they betray her? The hurt and weariness stays For everyone to gaze Years of hurt and suffering She is too weak to keep it in Tears fall from her eyes From her soul that slowly dies No one would take her serious For they won't understand No one should hear her cries If so, she simply denies Time to hide again To place her mask on But it's slowly breaking By her heart that's aching
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Aug 22, 2015
Aug 22, 2015 at 1:36 AM UTC
Time to hide
*Freedom is just a word to me. Freedom is what I long for! Sitting on this jail bed Wishing to escape: These constant fights These burglar bars These lonely nights and emotional scars Freedom is just a word to me. Freedom is what I long for!*
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Aug 21, 2015
Aug 21, 2015 at 11:03 AM UTC
Freedom