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Kada Iles May 2018
Some days are flat
Plain with no ride
With nothing to write
And no time to see a sight
But without those days that are flat
We wouldn’t know the days with a ride
The days with something to write
And the days when there is time to see a sight
For we can’t know the good without the bad
And the happy without the sad

-Kada Iles
Hope you enjoy!
Kada Iles May 2018
Why is it so hard,
For someone to understand.
The pain they are creating,
Like it’s more than they can comprehend.
No words to tell you.
Nothing to give you.
Ignoring you.
Driving you crazy.
Making you fly out of your head.
The pain they are creating,
Is the only thing they’re giving.
A headache,
A knock on the skull,
And a feeling of dread.

-Kada Iles
Ouch again.
Kada Iles May 2018
Things are great,
Things are fine,
Hold me closer,
And you’ll be mine.
I won’t let go.
I want to be with you
In the rain or snow,
Or cloudy sky,
Gloomy day
Or starless night.
I love you
To the moon and back.
And our love will never lack,
Heart and soul forever because,
Everything is great,
Everything is fine
Hold me closer,
And you’ll be mine.

-Kada Iles
Hope you enjoy!
Kada Iles May 2018
I am sorry.
I don't want to hurt you.
But you hurt me first.
I didn't mean to hurt back.
But what I said,
I didn't lie.
It was true.
All true.
Too true.

-Kada
I'm sorry L.
Kada Iles May 2018
Bumps, cracks,
Breaking my soul.
Chipping away the outer shell.
Leaving the inside
So open
For everyone to break.
Like wiping shoes on a rug.
Scraping your feet on my soul.
Tearing it apart.
Never saying sorry.
Never caring.
Never crying.
Never understanding.

-Kada Iles
Ouch. This hurt to write.
Kada Iles May 2018
Then is not now.
Here is not there.
Now is not forever.
Forever never ends.

-Kada Iles
Short one. Oh well.
Kada Iles May 2018
Waiting for something to happen.
Waiting for the time to go by.
Waiting for the right moment.
Checking the clock with a flicker in your eye.
Hoping for the moment.
The moment yet to come.
The time.
Slowly drips by.
Like water running down a window.
Like snow landing softly on a leaf.
Tic.
Toc.
Tic.
Toc.
Tic. tic. tic.
Toc.

-Kada Iles
Hope you enjoy my first poem!

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