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Meggghanq1 Apr 2014
When her eyes sparkle does it make mine seem dim
deep into your eyes I swim
deeper and deeper
trying to find a trace
a crack of weakness where you drop the armour and let me read your face
But you remain forevermore unreadable like a book in a language unknown to me,
for others girls to read and decode what you are thinking inside, the world that you see

So I take my thoughts from your eyes, take out my paper and pen..to try to solve the puzzle that is you but end up **rhyming yet again.
I  hope i'm using the word ambiguous right please correct me if i'm wrong
Meggghanq1 Apr 2014
It is time i left my feelings
back in the classroom that day
                                            It's not normal to feel this much for someone..
It's me that make the thoughts stay

                I must train my mind to act and think in a way that i can't be hurt
                                    I must say we're just friends without any hesitation
how I feel must be wrong ignore the sensations,
                                                     ­                                   forget the temptations.

We are told we can be whatever we want, what we like
but being different to what others see as normal oh don't even consider it..how can this be right?

''Different must be wrong''        we drill into our heads day after day..
even though     we are all different       ..how does this make sense?

We live in a word full of sheep all huddled together making it easy
for farmers control all, to call the shots
We pretend not to notice the sheep not up to standards are replaced with
                                                            ­nO rMa l, aC c ep TA bl e in their spot.
No one says a word for fear to lose their place in the social world a place                they tried to hard to reach
                                  So i try to speak for them all
no words escape my mouth just hello poetry add poems button my fingers fall
Don't be a like the monkeys.
Sorry my poems seem to start and end i different topics i just go with it. I was thinking about the monkey experiment and came up with it..seriously look it up if you haven't heard it already or don't whatever you like :) <3 http://i.snag.gy/kdu77.jpg
Meggghanq1 Mar 2014
ARE WE THE WORDS WE SPEAK
ARE WE THE THOUGHTS WE KEEP,
WHAT DEFINES WHO WE ARE?

IS IT THE SCARS
WHAT MAKES ME SO BIZARRE

WHO DECIDES WHO IS GOOD OR BAD
WHO GETS TO BE HAPPY AND OTHERS SAD

WHY ARE WE HERE
WHY ARE MY THOUGHTS UNCLEAR..
Meggghanq1 Mar 2014
What does he think when he thinks of me,
Does he wonder if i think of him,
Does he think of me at all
I must stop thinking so grim
Meggghanq1 Mar 2014
How i long to feel his lips on mine,
To rest my arms on his spine
To hold on and never let go
The time spent apart seems to go so slow
I long to smell his smell again
When will he be here? when..
But he is not mine to touch or hold
Maybe I should just let go
I just don't know
Sorry about how the whole second half is the ''oh'' rhyme but enjoy anyways ^.^
Meggghanq1 Mar 2014
Why do i crave his touch
Why do i love his smell
Am i crazy. obsessed
Do others feel this as well?

What if i'm doing this all wrong
What if this feels right
who will fill the silences
when things get awkward, they might

Why do i feel like bursting
when he talks to me only
Why am i the one who must always be lonely

Why doesn't he hold my hand like i've seen others before
Why can't i help but melt when he holds open the door

Is he only being polite
or does he feel like i wish
Do dreams come true
do they even sort of...nearlyish?
Meggghanq1 Mar 2014
I see him
     He sees me
          I talk to him
              He talks to me
          He talks to her
      We all talk so much but say so little

                                                     What do we really feel
                                       Who are we really
                          Are we all part of a grand plan
             Are we here by mistake by science

            Do i ask him
                       Does he feel the same
                                       Why do I exist
                               Why is there sadness why is there happiness
                                             why

                                                        Do i love him
                                  Does he love me
                Why do i feel the way i do
                                 Why do i do the things i do

                          Does he  notice me like i notice
                                                 Every detail
                             Does he think of her
                                           like i wish he thought of me?

                                                                   Why does it hurt
                                   Why does it make me feel
                                                                           like a bubble?
                                               So happy yet so breakable.....

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