enid-m-hughes - Hello Poetry

I look at the fire because it is so beautiful. Crackling at me while I wish I had someone at my side, to hold my hand, and whisper sweet secrets in my ear, and to hear them laugh when I tell them my fears, while roasting marshmallows and drinking tea. I wish I had that someone.

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Aug 22, 2013

Aug 22, 2013 at 2:39 PM UTC

Fire Pit

I look at the fire because it is so beautiful. Crackling at me while I wish I had someone at my side, to hold my hand, and whisper sweet secrets in my ear, and to hear them laugh when I tell them my fears, while roasting marshmallows and drinking tea. I wish I had that someone.

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I need to break through the brick wall of lies, tell the truth for once, be free from this terrible curse.

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Aug 22, 2013

Aug 22, 2013 at 1:57 PM UTC

Brick Wall

I need to break through the brick wall of lies, tell the truth for once, be free from this terrible curse.

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Where is he? I sit down and my tears fill the cracks in the pavement. I stand up and start to walk around; 20 minutes, 40 minutes, an hour - longer. I have been wait for what seems like days, but he is not here. I walk away. Don't look back.

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Aug 22, 2013

Aug 22, 2013 at 1:54 PM UTC

Forever Is A Lie

Where is he? I sit down and my tears fill the cracks in the pavement. I stand up and start to walk around; 20 minutes, 40 minutes, an hour - longer. I have been wait for what seems like days, but he is not here. I walk away. Don't look back.

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Drip, drop, down my nose. It hurts, yet so satisfying. I wish I could run down the corridor, screaming like a child. But I know I could never. Into the infante darkness of frustration. There's nowhere to go but down. I could lie here and think for hours on end. But stress wakes me and welcomes me to reality.As I listen I sing a happy tune, but inside I'm crying out for my non existent savers.

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Aug 22, 2013

Aug 22, 2013 at 1:41 PM UTC

Target

Drip, drop, down my nose. It hurts, yet so satisfying. I wish I could run down the corridor, screaming like a child. But I know I could never. Into the infante darkness of frustration. There's nowhere to go but down. I could lie here and think for hours on end. But stress wakes me and welcomes me to reality.As I listen I sing a happy tune, but inside I'm crying out for my non existent savers.

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