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 Dec 2014 BertJane Perez
Love
Everyone says I'm too pretty for him.
I don't care, since when have looks ever mattered to me? And he's not even ugly so take your opinion and shove it up your ***.
Thanks.
Not a poem just my rant of the night.
I am the glass
Sitting quietly on the table
Silently doing what I can
Doing what I am able

I am the glass
Fragile and sincere
My friendship and love
Knows no boundary with my peers

I am the glass
That you'll never find in the store
Unique and one of a kind
And there's nothing more

I am the glass
That you took granted and sent away
You think I was like the others?
No, I was special in my very own way

I am the glass
That was tipped over and betrayed
And no matter how much you piece me back together
My trust will never be the same
Kiss me with poison
That poison we call love
Poison each other's purity
Like two dying doves

We'll hit it off with all this poison
Drugged up till we hit the next town
And when we both decide it's over
That poison will bring both of us down.
Love is harmful, beware.
you
are so
much more than

forever you will reside
a place inside my heart
you left too many imprints for
me to deny changes have been made

i love these changes because i love you
my heart will always ache a sense of compassion
I couldn't go forward
I couldn't move on
The day you left me
All alone

I cried all night
And looked at myself
It was all my fault
It was my mistake

I was imperfect
I was full of flaws
No wonder you left me
For another girl

Then someone knocked me
Into my senses
Telling me all the beautiful things
I've never heard before

I didn't know
I thought all over
The good things I had in me
Surpassed all my errors

I couldn't be happier
The moment I realized
The culprit wasn't me
It was you
Have confidence in yourself and look at all your blessings instead of your flaws.
I walked home
With my suit and tie
About a few kilometers from where I was

Looking straight ahead,
Because I'm scared of ghosts or "spirits"
I walked fast, brisk-walked;
Scared of people that might harm me,


I slowed down,
Walked normally
Then,
Slowly,
Slowly, and
Slowly,
I stopped.
Paused for a moment,


Why be scared of something you created?
Why be scared of your thoughts?
Why be afraid of scenarios you made?

Lastly,
I looked at myself,
From top to bottom,
I told myself,
"Suit and tie, baby"
Got nothing to be scared about, **CONFIDENCE
I walked home in the middle of the night alone. It felt great! It was fun!
The rose bloomed
It was beautiful
The colors sprung
It was full of life

Bees rejoiced
Butterflies flew
For the, oh, so pretty
Rose and morning dew

One day it looked tired
From all of its glory
It started to fade
It started to wither

The rose was never the same
It's just like all of us
Trapped in a cliche
And never-ending cycle
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