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 Jan 2015 ParisThePoet
blythe
Why would you run after her?
When she don't like to be chased;
Why would you insist on fitting in to her world?
When she don't want you to be there;
Why would you give all your love?
When it is not what she wants to have;
Why would you wait for her?
When you know it will just be a waste of time?
Why would you fight for her?
When she is not worth fighting for;
Why do anything for her?
When she doesn't appreciate everything you do;
Why live your life for her?
When she doesn't even care about you;
Why her?
When I am just right here.
A poem I've written within just a few minutes. I don't even know how I was able to come up with this. Just another random thought :)
Why do I have sad thoughts? When in fact, I am feeling happy. Weird thoughts.
 Jan 2015 ParisThePoet
Megan H
I'm sorry I'm not perfect
I'm sorry I can't be the person
You need me to be.
I tried so hard for you,
But now I know for sure
There's only one person I know how to be
And that person is **me
 Jan 2015 ParisThePoet
B M
People stopped asking me how I feel, simply because I think that they already knew the answer and they didn’t want to bother with repetition. I turned into a page in a book. Only looked at when needed, only read when I’m wanted. Then I’m put back on the shelf. I feel like people forget about me. That I sort of just fade into the background, because I’m just always there. I am the fly on the wall. Swatted away, and forgotten. There is no real dedication to my existence. Just moments of clarity, and then they go blind again. No matter what it is I am I feel like people stopped caring about me. Maybe it is in a selfish way or maybe it is because I became good at hiding my feelings. I feel like the stars in the night sky. Millions and millions of light years away, and I disappear before anyone acknowledges me.
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