samantha-williams - Hello Poetry

I know that it still hurts, But its better to admit that you're sad, than to fake a smile everyday of your life Past is a nice place to visit, But certainly not a good place to stay Open your eyes to the ones who loves you for who you are, give them a chance to show you they worth it And smile because you can.

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samantha-williams

Sep 1, 2014

Sep 1, 2014 at 10:37 AM UTC

lukey

PAST

I know that it still hurts, But its better to admit that you're sad, than to fake a smile everyday of your life Past is a nice place to visit, But certainly not a good place to stay Open your eyes to the ones who loves you for who you are, give them a chance to show you they worth it And smile because you can.

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Consumed with thoughts of innocence, youthfulness and vigor Never understood the attraction between a boy and a girl Never understood for I was just a slender spoon... Writing, playful - never thought I'd act the fool. In my heart there was nothing. Nothing of substance, thought, not even a care. There was no one… Just a slender spoon living just to survive and not to be seen. Then I traveled and laid bare my eyes intertwining with yours. Never a word... a word we didn't say for you were strange... Strange to my eyes and I was too strange for yours. So we looked on, clueless of the storm we'd cause today. And so under that hat you smiled at first glimpse of my beauty. A black woman, innocent but not without fault. How could that be...ahhhh? Then you became curious... Curious about that slender spoon and what she was capable of. You now know her thoughts and I...and she knows yours. Unaware... that man under the hat, that black felted hat would later be a man with a ring... That slender spoon... the beauty that shone under the sun would no longer be naive, indifferent… but she later became someone who had your interest at heart. ....that slender spoon later became a woman with a ring and the man under that hat became the one… the one who gave that ring, That man under the hat.... The masculinity who wore that hat …It was the man who wore that felted hat.

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Aug 20, 2014

Aug 20, 2014 at 10:43 AM UTC

samantha-williams

It was the man under the hat

Consumed with thoughts of innocence, youthfulness and vigor Never understood the attraction between a boy and a girl Never understood for I was just a slender spoon... Writing, playful - never thought I'd act the fool. In my heart there was nothing. Nothing of substance, thought, not even a care. There was no one… Just a slender spoon living just to survive and not to be seen. Then I traveled and laid bare my eyes intertwining with yours. Never a word... a word we didn't say for you were strange... Strange to my eyes and I was too strange for yours. So we looked on, clueless of the storm we'd cause today. And so under that hat you smiled at first glimpse of my beauty. A black woman, innocent but not without fault. How could that be...ahhhh? Then you became curious... Curious about that slender spoon and what she was capable of. You now know her thoughts and I...and she knows yours. Unaware... that man under the hat, that black felted hat would later be a man with a ring... That slender spoon... the beauty that shone under the sun would no longer be naive, indifferent… but she later became someone who had your interest at heart. ....that slender spoon later became a woman with a ring and the man under that hat became the one… the one who gave that ring, That man under the hat.... The masculinity who wore that hat …It was the man who wore that felted hat.

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*Maybe if I step on enough flowers or break enough hearts I just might forget I'm made of broken parts*

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samantha-williams

Aug 20, 2014

Aug 20, 2014 at 10:39 AM UTC

adelethewriter

broken pieces~

*Maybe if I step on enough flowers or break enough hearts I just might forget I'm made of broken parts*

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