perspective - Hello Poetry

There are Some of the darkest days ahead Where you won't even want to see the light Where you won't even want to see Or leave your bed And all you feel is hate But there are also So many songs Laughs Snowfalls And so much live for That I don't feel like giving up just yet I think that says something

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Nov 14, 2013

Nov 14, 2013 at 9:45 PM UTC

perspective

I Think This Says Something

There are Some of the darkest days ahead Where you won't even want to see the light Where you won't even want to see Or leave your bed And all you feel is hate But there are also So many songs Laughs Snowfalls And so much live for That I don't feel like giving up just yet I think that says something

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Ever wonder If the gashes and bruises on her hands weren't from the hard work, but unleashed when she got lost in her self-loathing too close to a wall Or If maybe he's not cold, maybe that sweater is hiding the cruelty of the night on a damaged soul Or If it wasn't that she has two sports a day that made her so tiny, maybe the words in her childhood tortured her, cutting off her food supply And Maybe it wasnt an accident, dispite what he says, that made those splotches where his skin was savagely overheated

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Oct 31, 2013

Oct 31, 2013 at 10:46 AM UTC

perspective

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Ever wonder If the gashes and bruises on her hands weren't from the hard work, but unleashed when she got lost in her self-loathing too close to a wall Or If maybe he's not cold, maybe that sweater is hiding the cruelty of the night on a damaged soul Or If it wasn't that she has two sports a day that made her so tiny, maybe the words in her childhood tortured her, cutting off her food supply And Maybe it wasnt an accident, dispite what he says, that made those splotches where his skin was savagely overheated

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I was okay but then you left. I'm still okay but I'm a broken kind of okay. j.p.

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Oct 26, 2013

Oct 26, 2013 at 10:22 PM UTC

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The coldest winter ever.

I was okay but then you left. I'm still okay but I'm a broken kind of okay. j.p.

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you were cold and we didn't know each other but you taught me how to think and you taught me how easy it is to think you're in love because when we were together there was little to say because I thought it was already understood but you didn't understand and I didn't know that your coldness was not something I could warm and I didn't realize that it would only make me cold too j.p.

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Oct 26, 2013

Oct 26, 2013 at 7:56 PM UTC

perspective

(you)

you were cold and we didn't know each other but you taught me how to think and you taught me how easy it is to think you're in love because when we were together there was little to say because I thought it was already understood but you didn't understand and I didn't know that your coldness was not something I could warm and I didn't realize that it would only make me cold too j.p.

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If you could crawl into my mind like your grandmother’s attic would you? Would you climb the ladder and simply shine your flashlight around? Or would you open every box? Inspect every dusty corner? Every cobweb? Or are you too scared of the ghosts that reside there? The skeletons in the closet? Don’t worry they may rattle their bones, but they’re just trying to say I’m glad you’re finally here j.p.

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Oct 26, 2013

Oct 26, 2013 at 7:39 PM UTC

perspective

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If you could crawl into my mind like your grandmother’s attic would you? Would you climb the ladder and simply shine your flashlight around? Or would you open every box? Inspect every dusty corner? Every cobweb? Or are you too scared of the ghosts that reside there? The skeletons in the closet? Don’t worry they may rattle their bones, but they’re just trying to say I’m glad you’re finally here j.p.

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