kristyn-coral-botic - Hello Poetry

I sit here Confused Don’t know if I should cry or not I feel abused You abuse my friendship I’ve sat here all dolled up waiting for you But I didn’t have to do that So it’s my fault too I let you walk all over me I let you get away with it like it’s okay I tell myself I’ll tell you off Almost every single day You’re just putting on a show for me Must feel good to have me wrapped around your finger I try to act like I am fine But truthfully the pain, it always lingers One day I won’t feel like waiting for you, you know And I won’t have to pretend to be okay Yeah sometime I won’t want your attention But that time is not today Wonder what the excuse is this time Or if there’s just going to be no mentioning of it at all I don’t know what you’re waiting for Take a bow already, I’ll applaud Congratulations if you got me where you want me Glad I could be of some satisfaction And I know what’s up when I see you again Lights, camera, action.

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Sep 14, 2012

Sep 14, 2012 at 9:58 PM UTC

Lights, Camera, Action.

I sit here Confused Don’t know if I should cry or not I feel abused You abuse my friendship I’ve sat here all dolled up waiting for you But I didn’t have to do that So it’s my fault too I let you walk all over me I let you get away with it like it’s okay I tell myself I’ll tell you off Almost every single day You’re just putting on a show for me Must feel good to have me wrapped around your finger I try to act like I am fine But truthfully the pain, it always lingers One day I won’t feel like waiting for you, you know And I won’t have to pretend to be okay Yeah sometime I won’t want your attention But that time is not today Wonder what the excuse is this time Or if there’s just going to be no mentioning of it at all I don’t know what you’re waiting for Take a bow already, I’ll applaud Congratulations if you got me where you want me Glad I could be of some satisfaction And I know what’s up when I see you again Lights, camera, action.

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I’ve learned to accept my flaws I’ve decided that I’m worth it Looks aren’t really everything But I’ve accepted my flaws, and that is what makes me perfect No, looks aren’t really everything But I love the way I look And once you get a glance I promise you’ll be hooked I have a body you’ll never forget Legs made for walkin’ If you’re seen with me You’ll be sure to get people talkin’ But the catch is that I’m empty Nothing good inside No sympathy for my actions No matter how hard I ******* try so you see with me it’s like playing a game But even I lost track of the score You see, I am perfect on the outside But nothing at the core

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Sep 14, 2012

Sep 14, 2012 at 9:57 PM UTC

The Core

I’ve learned to accept my flaws I’ve decided that I’m worth it Looks aren’t really everything But I’ve accepted my flaws, and that is what makes me perfect No, looks aren’t really everything But I love the way I look And once you get a glance I promise you’ll be hooked I have a body you’ll never forget Legs made for walkin’ If you’re seen with me You’ll be sure to get people talkin’ But the catch is that I’m empty Nothing good inside No sympathy for my actions No matter how hard I ******* try so you see with me it’s like playing a game But even I lost track of the score You see, I am perfect on the outside But nothing at the core

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‘Love me today, don’t leave me tomorrow’ That’s what I should have made more clear and that’s exactly what you did one day you’re in love, the next you’re no longer here Here isn’t where I want you though Not anymore Sitting outside writing this at the busstop Don’t know what I keep writing about you for If I knew the last time I was in your arms was gonna be the last time I would have said goodbye, goodbye I would have saved you the trouble Of having to break my heart the next time, the next time I would’ve been more persistent and asked what was on your mind then maybe I would’ve known that two days later you planned to go then before you could make me cry I would have said goodbye, goodbye But if I knew that it was gonna be the last time I would have hoped for time to go slower, that’s right I would have savored every moment Praying we’d never make it to daylight But it was the last time And I never saw it coming Sitting outside writing this at the busstop Don’t know what I keep writing about you for If I knew the last time I was in your arms was gonna be the last time I would have said goodbye, goodbye I would have saved you the trouble Of having to break my heart the next time, the next time I would’ve been more persistent and asked what was on your mind then maybe I would’ve known that two days later you planned to go then before you could make me cry I would have said goodbye, goodbye I should have listened to my heart You’re a twisted lover I should have listened to my heart She warned me that if I fell for you, I’d never recover Don’t know what I’m still writing about you for Maybe it’s because I’m trying to make myself believe That the part of you I still miss Is just the person who you lead me to think you’d be If I knew the last time I was in your arms was gonna be the last time I would have said goodbye, goodbye I would have saved you the trouble Of having to break my heart the next time, the next time I would’ve been more persistent and asked what was on your mind then maybe I would’ve known that two days later you planned to go then before you could make me cry I would have said goodbye, goodbye So goodbye, goodbye.

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Sep 14, 2012

Sep 14, 2012 at 9:56 PM UTC

Goodbye

‘Love me today, don’t leave me tomorrow’ That’s what I should have made more clear and that’s exactly what you did one day you’re in love, the next you’re no longer here Here isn’t where I want you though Not anymore Sitting outside writing this at the busstop Don’t know what I keep writing about you for If I knew the last time I was in your arms was gonna be the last time I would have said goodbye, goodbye I would have saved you the trouble Of having to break my heart the next time, the next time I would’ve been more persistent and asked what was on your mind then maybe I would’ve known that two days later you planned to go then before you could make me cry I would have said goodbye, goodbye But if I knew that it was gonna be the last time I would have hoped for time to go slower, that’s right I would have savored every moment Praying we’d never make it to daylight But it was the last time And I never saw it coming Sitting outside writing this at the busstop Don’t know what I keep writing about you for If I knew the last time I was in your arms was gonna be the last time I would have said goodbye, goodbye I would have saved you the trouble Of having to break my heart the next time, the next time I would’ve been more persistent and asked what was on your mind then maybe I would’ve known that two days later you planned to go then before you could make me cry I would have said goodbye, goodbye I should have listened to my heart You’re a twisted lover I should have listened to my heart She warned me that if I fell for you, I’d never recover Don’t know what I’m still writing about you for Maybe it’s because I’m trying to make myself believe That the part of you I still miss Is just the person who you lead me to think you’d be If I knew the last time I was in your arms was gonna be the last time I would have said goodbye, goodbye I would have saved you the trouble Of having to break my heart the next time, the next time I would’ve been more persistent and asked what was on your mind then maybe I would’ve known that two days later you planned to go then before you could make me cry I would have said goodbye, goodbye So goodbye, goodbye.

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You're like a candy bar That I shouldn't eat Amazing taste But bad for my teeth Each time I swear is the last "this night is the last night" But like that candy bar staring at me I take another bite The cycle goes 'round again And I trip and I fall It's like running around with my glasses off Not safe to do at all You're like that one last shot That I know I shouldn't do And the second I take it It leads me back to you Trying to communicate with you Is like trying to drive a car with no gas You're empty empty empty But I just remain seated, drunk, and laugh Staying away and not staying away seem equally painful Oh, didn't you know? You're great for my body But bad for my soul.

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Sep 14, 2012

Sep 14, 2012 at 9:52 PM UTC

Candy

You're like a candy bar That I shouldn't eat Amazing taste But bad for my teeth Each time I swear is the last "this night is the last night" But like that candy bar staring at me I take another bite The cycle goes 'round again And I trip and I fall It's like running around with my glasses off Not safe to do at all You're like that one last shot That I know I shouldn't do And the second I take it It leads me back to you Trying to communicate with you Is like trying to drive a car with no gas You're empty empty empty But I just remain seated, drunk, and laugh Staying away and not staying away seem equally painful Oh, didn't you know? You're great for my body But bad for my soul.

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I know now what I once and always knew Which is that I longed for a father I had one, but I didn’t you see When I was growing up I saw him But it wasn’t really seeing him Once a year on Christmas Eve Wasn’t and still isn’t very satisfying When I was growing up My presents from him would always be pink I always have hated the color pink But I didn’t want his presents But his presence He doesn’t know me at all When I was growing up I wanted him to be proud Of my grades, musicianship, even the mistakes I made and learned from When I was growing up I was thankful to have a mother to cuddle me through my first heartbreak But I craved for a slap on the back from my dad Telling me I’m still his little girl That I can’t date until I’m thirty or something I’ve had three heartbreaks so far But still nothing When I was growing up I was jealous of all my friends that were close with their fathers And if he comes to my graduation I don’t know why he’d even bother Four years, and he’s never seen a single concert I’ve been in over twenty Doesn’t know my favorite and best or worst subject Or that foolish boys claimed to have loved me When I was growing up I wanted my mom to get a boyfriend One to be there for me, toughen me up You know, send me to my room and holler I am growing up And I still want a man to call my father

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Dec 16, 2011

Dec 16, 2011 at 1:14 AM UTC

When I Was Growing Up

I know now what I once and always knew Which is that I longed for a father I had one, but I didn’t you see When I was growing up I saw him But it wasn’t really seeing him Once a year on Christmas Eve Wasn’t and still isn’t very satisfying When I was growing up My presents from him would always be pink I always have hated the color pink But I didn’t want his presents But his presence He doesn’t know me at all When I was growing up I wanted him to be proud Of my grades, musicianship, even the mistakes I made and learned from When I was growing up I was thankful to have a mother to cuddle me through my first heartbreak But I craved for a slap on the back from my dad Telling me I’m still his little girl That I can’t date until I’m thirty or something I’ve had three heartbreaks so far But still nothing When I was growing up I was jealous of all my friends that were close with their fathers And if he comes to my graduation I don’t know why he’d even bother Four years, and he’s never seen a single concert I’ve been in over twenty Doesn’t know my favorite and best or worst subject Or that foolish boys claimed to have loved me When I was growing up I wanted my mom to get a boyfriend One to be there for me, toughen me up You know, send me to my room and holler I am growing up And I still want a man to call my father

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Remember me Just the way I used to be And so you know, I haven’t gone far Just look around you I’m wherever you are Now I’m joking with the upstairs clowns But I don’t ever want to see you frown I’m the air you breathe; it’s surely worth it Now I’m the star of my very own circus There’s just one thing I ask of thee Do not forget to remember me Wash off the sadness, paint on a brand new face I’m always here, even if I’m not taking any space Everything happens for a reason Even if it takes some time to get Only 86,400 seconds in a day Do not waste them with regret So listen up please – this is worth knowing When the thunder rolls in, do not fear It’s just me in my Heaven bowling And whenever it’s raining, I’m crying for you To not forget me, and the things I’d do I had everything and more Children, Grandchildren, and a beautiful wife And when you start to miss me, do not fret Remember me; I am your life. ♥ ~ In loving Memory of James Sr. ~

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Dec 16, 2011

Dec 16, 2011 at 12:57 AM UTC

Remember Me

Remember me Just the way I used to be And so you know, I haven’t gone far Just look around you I’m wherever you are Now I’m joking with the upstairs clowns But I don’t ever want to see you frown I’m the air you breathe; it’s surely worth it Now I’m the star of my very own circus There’s just one thing I ask of thee Do not forget to remember me Wash off the sadness, paint on a brand new face I’m always here, even if I’m not taking any space Everything happens for a reason Even if it takes some time to get Only 86,400 seconds in a day Do not waste them with regret So listen up please – this is worth knowing When the thunder rolls in, do not fear It’s just me in my Heaven bowling And whenever it’s raining, I’m crying for you To not forget me, and the things I’d do I had everything and more Children, Grandchildren, and a beautiful wife And when you start to miss me, do not fret Remember me; I am your life. ♥ ~ In loving Memory of James Sr. ~

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Tick tock Can you hear that clock? We only have so much time. Let us not waste our time dwelling on each other’s past mistakes But on the opportunities to start over and have better memories to make. You only have so much time. Tick tock A constant rhythm Filled with love, confusion and criticism Every minute somebody in the world dies Let us not waste the time we have On conceitedness and lies Don’t let death remind you of what you should have done Don’t let death be a solution to everything wrong Sometimes we fall, but we get back up Time doesn’t stand still, so don’t force yourself stuck Tick tock Time on the clock only stops when the batteries have died When your battery runs out in years, maybe months, or days to come What are you going to regret and wish you had done? Time is precious And I only have so much time. Let us march with those fallen Be them soldiers or an average Joe Every second counts They only had so much time. Tick tock What kind of clock do you got? Does it just tick in your head Over and over again? Do you embrace it or ignore it? Once a minute has passed That moment in time is never coming back So tick tock Be happy, be wise Tick tock We only have so much time.

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Dec 16, 2011

Dec 16, 2011 at 12:52 AM UTC

Tick Tock

Tick tock Can you hear that clock? We only have so much time. Let us not waste our time dwelling on each other’s past mistakes But on the opportunities to start over and have better memories to make. You only have so much time. Tick tock A constant rhythm Filled with love, confusion and criticism Every minute somebody in the world dies Let us not waste the time we have On conceitedness and lies Don’t let death remind you of what you should have done Don’t let death be a solution to everything wrong Sometimes we fall, but we get back up Time doesn’t stand still, so don’t force yourself stuck Tick tock Time on the clock only stops when the batteries have died When your battery runs out in years, maybe months, or days to come What are you going to regret and wish you had done? Time is precious And I only have so much time. Let us march with those fallen Be them soldiers or an average Joe Every second counts They only had so much time. Tick tock What kind of clock do you got? Does it just tick in your head Over and over again? Do you embrace it or ignore it? Once a minute has passed That moment in time is never coming back So tick tock Be happy, be wise Tick tock We only have so much time.

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