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Beatrice Feb 14
It's the second time
You've let me down
It was naive of me
To think you'd care

Funny enough
You act like it's me
When you started it all
And made me end it

You knew it all
The trials and tribulations
You went with it anyway
Cause don't you have it worse ?

And that's fine
Think that way
I'll just never ask
For a simple sorry...

Ever again.
Not much to say, just that I'm a bit disappointed.
Beatrice Oct 2020
Been though a lot
Had closed up
Dealt with it
And went back
To the start

But everytime
I get back up
There is someone
To push me hard
And I fall again

A lighthearted joke
Was all it trully was
You had to hurt me
And it is all because
I don't read minds

Why is this normal?
How could you ever?
Thinking before speaking
Is probably what you
Should do better

I hope the females
In your life
Pack their bags
And leave you
For the better.
This was written about a guy ,who replied to a pick up line by calling me a fat b***h (didn't take it too personally since it's completely false). Yes, people like that are real and it made realize that these people have no concept of how hard it is for someone to make the first move or how much of a low-life it makes them look like. There is no excuse to act this way. If you are not interested or taken, just say so with respect. Good thing I am stronger now and this was written purely for making this into art and having something possitive associated with it.
  Aug 2020 Beatrice
Kirsten Claire
My daddy said I was worth a diamond
But no man is willing to pay that price







08/25/2020
Beatrice Aug 2020
I feel hurt
And guilty
So I'm a victim ?
Or a villian ?

Push it down
And get over it
The worry's
Not worth it

But I'm scared
What if it matters
And I'll just let it fall
Like dominoes
A lot of times I am overthinking small things and twisting them into something they are not, but it's not just me being dramatic, it's me being scared of being left by the people I love the most and it being my fault.This not only causes a lot of anxiety for me but to push down a lot of stuff, that's upsetting me in effort not feel that anxiety...and the more I pushed down...the more I feel I can erupt and breakdown...All of this, is circle I'll probably eventually break, but it won't be easy to forget what caused all of this in the first place...
Beatrice May 2020
My oh my !
What a woman
You're becoming

My oh my !
Wishing you luck
A long journey's awaiting

You're already wise
But become even wiser
You're already pretty
But bloom into a flower

Continue to be better
Even though you're the best
Reach even a little higher
Your potential's endless

Keep on growing
The way you are now
You'll end up like
A modern fairytale

You're the friend
I keep in my heart
Let's bloom together
So that we don't grow apart
A poem I wrote for my friends birthday. Love her so much.
Beatrice Apr 2020
Seasons, they change
My feelings stay the same
However long it'll take
I promise...I'll wait

Seasons, they change
But my choice is made
I'll protect my true feelings
Instead of self-deceiving

Never thought this day would come
You and me, we're inseparable
I'm thankful that you came to me
From now on, its only love and no agony

Never thought this day would come
Yes, we might regret it twice or more
But together, we can get through it all
Spring brought you to me, now I'm too, all yours.
This poem is the one that I'll keep close to my heart. Everyone can tell it's about love, they might figure out the meaning of it too, but I wanted it to have something really important hidden behind the theme, the meaning, and the words, that only I would understand.  I might changed it a bit later to make it even more personal, but for now I am happy with the way it is.
Beatrice Mar 2020
It lets us, people, to be heard
When don't want to speak up
Or be vulnerable and get hurt
It puts our feelings to use
We create some personal and new
Keep it each one of them close to our heart
Because they helped to keep us and our sorrows apart

Whether its love, friends or ourselves
We depend on the poem to let us loose
And save us from the reality called hell
But not only it frees, but it helps to remember
The endurance of the miraculous joy
We want to relive and not to let go of it ever.
Poetry is an escape for a lot of us. It lets our hardships create something beautiful, but also it lets the memories, which we value, to be relived or encapsulated in secret code made up of words that we might only understand.
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