hannah-22 - Hello Poetry

I. This trouble is hard, it won't go away. I think there might be something wrong with me. I'll take a deep breathe maybe, this dark clash shaky. Please don't forsake me, I might be crazy. II. Am I losing my mind? Sometimes I feel light things are getting worst in time. If I try, will you open your eyes, and make me a part of you, like you're a plan in my mind. III. Next time when I am losing my mind, I will enter to find my way out. Just a waste of time. In place of all my mistakes, you've seen through my shadows above me. No one could ever love me like you. IV. If our feelings would'nt have started, I'll get swept down through the carpet, I will still be thankful for all you've done. Take a note to remind me on where you can find me.

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Jan 11, 2014

Jan 11, 2014 at 4:43 AM UTC

Waste in Time

I. This trouble is hard, it won't go away. I think there might be something wrong with me. I'll take a deep breathe maybe, this dark clash shaky. Please don't forsake me, I might be crazy. II. Am I losing my mind? Sometimes I feel light things are getting worst in time. If I try, will you open your eyes, and make me a part of you, like you're a plan in my mind. III. Next time when I am losing my mind, I will enter to find my way out. Just a waste of time. In place of all my mistakes, you've seen through my shadows above me. No one could ever love me like you. IV. If our feelings would'nt have started, I'll get swept down through the carpet, I will still be thankful for all you've done. Take a note to remind me on where you can find me.

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I know that You will never write me a love letter Or a song You will never know how I hate Oreos Or Nutella You will never sing me to sleep Or cuddle me 'till morning You will never hold my hand Or brush away the stray hairs off my face But I perfectly know, I have never even crossed your mind

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Jan 10, 2014

Jan 10, 2014 at 8:13 AM UTC

Untitled

I know that You will never write me a love letter Or a song You will never know how I hate Oreos Or Nutella You will never sing me to sleep Or cuddle me 'till morning You will never hold my hand Or brush away the stray hairs off my face But I perfectly know, I have never even crossed your mind

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it’s funny how love can change people but at the same time it is sad because love can change people and love can break people

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Jul 6, 2013

Jul 6, 2013 at 6:02 AM UTC

ii.

it’s funny how love can change people but at the same time it is sad because love can change people and love can break people

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her heart was a glass a glass once so divine until he came and played with that glass and left it shattered to pieces a glass once resplendent; is nothing now but tiny fragments and with no chance of putting it back together again

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Jul 6, 2013

Jul 6, 2013 at 5:59 AM UTC

in a fragile state

her heart was a glass a glass once so divine until he came and played with that glass and left it shattered to pieces a glass once resplendent; is nothing now but tiny fragments and with no chance of putting it back together again

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perhaps the rabbit hole Alice fell into did not lead into wonderland but instead it lead into a beautiful yet dangerous place called love

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Jul 6, 2013

Jul 6, 2013 at 5:52 AM UTC

i.

perhaps the rabbit hole Alice fell into did not lead into wonderland but instead it lead into a beautiful yet dangerous place called love

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There she goes, in a wedding dress. Her smile is so flawless, and every step she took in the aisle is filled with love and joy. Her long brown hair is falling to her shoulders, and she looked effortlessly beautiful. As she walked down the aisle, she reminisced. As if all of these were just a hoax, it seems that the first time they met was just yesterday. She still remembers that little ice cream parlor where they accidentally bumped into each other. She still remembers that smile, oh that smile. Those dazzling pair of piercing hazel eyes. She knew it, since day one. That this man will be the one she’ll spend her eternity with.

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Jul 6, 2013

Jul 6, 2013 at 5:48 AM UTC

epilogue;

There she goes, in a wedding dress. Her smile is so flawless, and every step she took in the aisle is filled with love and joy. Her long brown hair is falling to her shoulders, and she looked effortlessly beautiful. As she walked down the aisle, she reminisced. As if all of these were just a hoax, it seems that the first time they met was just yesterday. She still remembers that little ice cream parlor where they accidentally bumped into each other. She still remembers that smile, oh that smile. Those dazzling pair of piercing hazel eyes. She knew it, since day one. That this man will be the one she’ll spend her eternity with.

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