ashleybelk - Hello Poetry

I want to hear your voice, how you sound when you wake up or how you sound when you're drifting off to sleep I want to know every voice you have how you sound when you're angry and shouting that you hate me your voice when you're crying and sobbing for me to stay I want to hear your voice when you're happy I want to hear your laugh, your moans, your giggles. but mostly, I want to hear your voice telling me that you love me and I hope you want to hear me say I love you too because darling, I do I do I do

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Dec 4, 2013

Dec 4, 2013 at 6:31 AM UTC

Voices

I want to hear your voice, how you sound when you wake up or how you sound when you're drifting off to sleep I want to know every voice you have how you sound when you're angry and shouting that you hate me your voice when you're crying and sobbing for me to stay I want to hear your voice when you're happy I want to hear your laugh, your moans, your giggles. but mostly, I want to hear your voice telling me that you love me and I hope you want to hear me say I love you too because darling, I do I do I do

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our ribs are cages, that guard our hearts from physical pain the protect us from getting our hearts hurt they also restrict us, they prevent us from loving they prevent us from letting love in. maybe that's why daddy doesn't love, maybe his ribs are squeezing his heart to tight, maybe daddy doesn't have a heart. and maybe that's why daddy broke my ribs maybe he wanted me to feel, maybe he wanted me to love him, even though daddy doesn't love me. but daddy don't you know? I can't love someone who has no soul.

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Dec 4, 2013

Dec 4, 2013 at 6:30 AM UTC

Ribs

our ribs are cages, that guard our hearts from physical pain the protect us from getting our hearts hurt they also restrict us, they prevent us from loving they prevent us from letting love in. maybe that's why daddy doesn't love, maybe his ribs are squeezing his heart to tight, maybe daddy doesn't have a heart. and maybe that's why daddy broke my ribs maybe he wanted me to feel, maybe he wanted me to love him, even though daddy doesn't love me. but daddy don't you know? I can't love someone who has no soul.

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It's raining And it reminds me of how tears fell From your violet eyes, When he told you he didn't love you Anymore. And darling I'm sorry because now, Your soul is like a thunderstorm, A whirlwind of Pain Anger And sadness But if you would just let me be The sun to your moon I think, that I could fix you

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Aug 14, 2013

Aug 14, 2013 at 11:47 PM UTC

Rain

It's raining And it reminds me of how tears fell From your violet eyes, When he told you he didn't love you Anymore. And darling I'm sorry because now, Your soul is like a thunderstorm, A whirlwind of Pain Anger And sadness But if you would just let me be The sun to your moon I think, that I could fix you

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Like a drug, you were absolutely addicting. You're love was a shot of ****** in my veins, You made me happy,but then you took it all away. And suddenly my supplier of happiness was gone. No more temporary high, just me and my sad sad thoughts.

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Jul 30, 2013

Jul 30, 2013 at 11:15 PM UTC

You

Like a drug, you were absolutely addicting. You're love was a shot of ****** in my veins, You made me happy,but then you took it all away. And suddenly my supplier of happiness was gone. No more temporary high, just me and my sad sad thoughts.

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yes she smiles, but tell me does she smile with her soul?

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Jul 29, 2013

Jul 29, 2013 at 12:39 AM UTC

Smile

yes she smiles, but tell me does she smile with her soul?

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It's crazy how such a simple thing like a pencil, just simple wood and lead, can make all of our dreams,thoughts,and ideas in our heads actual words. It's crazy how words, just simple marks on a page,can make poems, novels or just simple thoughts available to anyone who is allowed, or willing to read them. It's crazy that a few simple words,a combination of consonants and vowels, can keep someone alive. it's crazy how life works.

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Jul 28, 2013

Jul 28, 2013 at 11:38 PM UTC

Crazy

It's crazy how such a simple thing like a pencil, just simple wood and lead, can make all of our dreams,thoughts,and ideas in our heads actual words. It's crazy how words, just simple marks on a page,can make poems, novels or just simple thoughts available to anyone who is allowed, or willing to read them. It's crazy that a few simple words,a combination of consonants and vowels, can keep someone alive. it's crazy how life works.

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