Rhiannon288 - Hello Poetry

You argued you shouted I fought back and you call me the coward? why do we choose to hurt when we can decide to heal why do you have to break my smile with that mocking laugh what affects me actaully affects you more you choose painful words when you could choose happy ones you say you can't help it give up on yourself give up on me before you even tried words can help words can hurt words can heal words can break you know I'm not good at using words the words you so much adore the one you used to write story's with the ones which made you happy That pure smile you once had that enery who knows from where it is now locked deep locked deep and tortured we hurt each other I tried my best to stop maybe you did too but we were both too stubborn. our words won't reach so there are only gestures left but we are both too far to be able to reach

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Mar 10, 2018

Mar 10, 2018 at 2:52 PM UTC

pain of words

You argued you shouted I fought back and you call me the coward? why do we choose to hurt when we can decide to heal why do you have to break my smile with that mocking laugh what affects me actaully affects you more you choose painful words when you could choose happy ones you say you can't help it give up on yourself give up on me before you even tried words can help words can hurt words can heal words can break you know I'm not good at using words the words you so much adore the one you used to write story's with the ones which made you happy That pure smile you once had that enery who knows from where it is now locked deep locked deep and tortured we hurt each other I tried my best to stop maybe you did too but we were both too stubborn. our words won't reach so there are only gestures left but we are both too far to be able to reach

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I met you I loved you I wanted you And I lost you Your smile was bright As you held my hand You laughed so loudly As you joked by yourself We walked hand in hand On that yellow brick road We walked far but never reached the end Walked far but made it home by dinner After so long you said you will reach the end I walked with you but you slowly disappeard My frantic screams wouldn't bring you back And I hugged you for that one last time I still remember that day The birds sung a soothing melody As I screamed For you to come back The whole world seemed to forget you The more I remembered The more I though of you The more you seemed like a nightmare I once had Now I'm here Once again on that yellow brick road What I convinced myself was a scary dream Has become reality I felt happy as I saw you Standing and smiling once again I was disapearing too For now at last I could stand beside you

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Mar 4, 2018

Mar 4, 2018 at 6:23 PM UTC

Yellow brick road

I met you I loved you I wanted you And I lost you Your smile was bright As you held my hand You laughed so loudly As you joked by yourself We walked hand in hand On that yellow brick road We walked far but never reached the end Walked far but made it home by dinner After so long you said you will reach the end I walked with you but you slowly disappeard My frantic screams wouldn't bring you back And I hugged you for that one last time I still remember that day The birds sung a soothing melody As I screamed For you to come back The whole world seemed to forget you The more I remembered The more I though of you The more you seemed like a nightmare I once had Now I'm here Once again on that yellow brick road What I convinced myself was a scary dream Has become reality I felt happy as I saw you Standing and smiling once again I was disapearing too For now at last I could stand beside you

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A friend once asked me something everyone has, and I responded the same because if it's the same, everyone will believe it's true That's what your familly believes And thats what you start to believe, there was no need for them to know just how broken someone actually is day to day month to month repeat and fall falling blinds and believe you're happy blinded bullying, abuse, drugs and pain say pain helps and self-harm never feeling satisfied why is everyone smilling when you want to cry? you say you're fine but want to be noticed, believe you're fine and your mind will be convinced you're okay, you're okay repeat this phrase just like a spell that will maybe save you from yourself Now you're standing on a rooftop, convinced it doesn't matter anyway because there is no need for them to know just how broken you are you jump you remember the worried faces of the people who asked who you never though actually cared you fall and see the sun you don't remember the last time you saw it, below are the faces of people who cared you see them desperate like never before what you feel is relief followed by instant regret was it worth it, was it not everything fell into black, forever you fall and fall never seeing how free you can be, always yearning, always searching wanting the life you will never have or at least you wanted it, now everything is in black it is too late.

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Mar 1, 2018

Mar 1, 2018 at 10:38 AM UTC

Too late

A friend once asked me something everyone has, and I responded the same because if it's the same, everyone will believe it's true That's what your familly believes And thats what you start to believe, there was no need for them to know just how broken someone actually is day to day month to month repeat and fall falling blinds and believe you're happy blinded bullying, abuse, drugs and pain say pain helps and self-harm never feeling satisfied why is everyone smilling when you want to cry? you say you're fine but want to be noticed, believe you're fine and your mind will be convinced you're okay, you're okay repeat this phrase just like a spell that will maybe save you from yourself Now you're standing on a rooftop, convinced it doesn't matter anyway because there is no need for them to know just how broken you are you jump you remember the worried faces of the people who asked who you never though actually cared you fall and see the sun you don't remember the last time you saw it, below are the faces of people who cared you see them desperate like never before what you feel is relief followed by instant regret was it worth it, was it not everything fell into black, forever you fall and fall never seeing how free you can be, always yearning, always searching wanting the life you will never have or at least you wanted it, now everything is in black it is too late.

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A poem can only tell so much so the amount of words aren't enough What kind of poems do people like I wander Is there any reason one is better than the other? Poems are diffarent and so are we. Some write more and some more detailed well, quality over countaty you say? Then I tell you, why not both? When I was young I wrote a poem It was to the person I could never have The poem was not good as you may suspect But I never regreted writing to this person My love is endless but not selfless yet it is still a love forever one sided such careless words should never be spoken but sometimes I feel so broken Remember the daises we picked in that field oh how unstoppable we both felt My feelings may never reach you but I will keep chasing and I'll keep falling untill the day you feel it too untill you decide it's right it is what it is, a poem.

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Mar 1, 2018

Mar 1, 2018 at 8:44 AM UTC

A Poem

A poem can only tell so much so the amount of words aren't enough What kind of poems do people like I wander Is there any reason one is better than the other? Poems are diffarent and so are we. Some write more and some more detailed well, quality over countaty you say? Then I tell you, why not both? When I was young I wrote a poem It was to the person I could never have The poem was not good as you may suspect But I never regreted writing to this person My love is endless but not selfless yet it is still a love forever one sided such careless words should never be spoken but sometimes I feel so broken Remember the daises we picked in that field oh how unstoppable we both felt My feelings may never reach you but I will keep chasing and I'll keep falling untill the day you feel it too untill you decide it's right it is what it is, a poem.

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