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A tear for the one
I thought I loved
A tear for the one
I try not to want
A tear for the ones
Who I used to have
A tear for the heart
Who thought it could be loved back.
I’m usually up for critiques, but not on this one guys.
Her mind was like a mad house
An eternal prison she stayed
Voices ringing in her ears
To use the sharpened blade.

Despite the yearning feeling
Of the pinch of relieving pain
She must keep it together
She must act completely sane.
No one else must know
Of the crushing feeling inside
To others she holds a mask
Her real feelings she must hide.

No one cared for her name
Though she didn't really mind
As long as she made them smile
As long as to them she was kind.
So her name's been long forgotten
And in her head she dreamed
That things will soon be better
Than what I've previously seen.

Don't worry about the quiet girl
She's accepted her life's cards
Just lend her a gentle smile
And maybe she'll let down her guard.
Feel free to critique!
The ever smiling mask she wore
Was the only thing she showed.
No one got between the cracks
To see the tears that always flowed.

The smile painted on his face
It never stopped the pain he had.
For nothing could keep him from
The things that made him sad.

They're lonely. And broken.
Locked away inside their minds.
They're always waiting for the one
Who knows how to break their binds.
Feel free critique!
Her mind was like a mad house
An eternal prison she stayed
Voices ringing in her ears
To use the sharpened blade.

Despite the yearning feeling
Of the pinch of relieving pain  
She must keep it together
She must act completely sane.
No one else must know
Of the crushing feeling inside
To others she holds a mask
Her real feelings she must hide.

No one cared for her name
Though she didn’t really mind
As long as she made them smile
As long as to them she was kind.  
So her names been long forgotten
And in her head she dreamed
That things will soon be better
Than what she’s previously seen.

Don’t worry about the quiet girl
She’s accepted her life’s cards
Just lend her a gentle smile
And maybe she’ll let down her guard.
Feel free to critique! I’m always open to constructive criticism.
Veronica Moore Dec 2019
Her
With a smile so wide
That it always brings pain,
She gives love to others,
For no personal gain.
The thoughts in her head
Brings tears to her eyes.
She’ll never show others
No matter how hard they try.
It’s her burden to bear
No one else’s around.
She feels like she’s drowning,
No land to be found.
Her friends and family stay near
Though she can’t seem to see
All the people who love her
All the people she loves.
Still around till the end.
Veronica Moore Oct 2019
Today could have been the day
Where I watched you crawl away.
Soon to stand.
Soon to run.
Soon to come back to me.

Today could have been the day
Where we sat there and played.
Hours with you.
Days with you.
That I would never forget.

Today could have been the day
Where I sent you on your way.
Off to school.
Off to life.
Off and away from me.

Today could have been the day
Where I sat down to pray.
Pray for love.
Pray for life.
Pray of both for you.

Today could have been the day
Where I offered to pay.
For college.
For weddings.
For more time with you.

But today was the day
I remember your joy.
So fleeting.
So pure.
To soon to leave.
I'm not sure why I wrote this. It's so far off of my normal pattern or writing. But I hope you enjoy.
Veronica Moore Oct 2019
It was the dance with death
That set her apart.
The one where she survived
But others of course did not.

Death's cold bone fingers
Wrapped around her scrawny frame
And onto the dance floor they went
To decide her precarious fate.

For the young girl lay dying
In a lonely hospital bed.
Where her only comfort that lay
Was that she wasn't already dead.

Only Death could tell
If she would live through the night.
And it seemed like she would
As they danced away from the light.

Soon the doctors would see
The miracle of her breath.
As she woke up next morning,
Free of the dance with Death.
Feel free to critique!
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