I thought i knew poetry,
Looks like i was wrong.
I thought it was fun,
And i thought it was my passion.

Poetry was nice,
just for awhile,
it seems that poetry is not my strength,
nor is it my weakness.

Its best for me to find my true passion.

Goodbye poetry,
just for awhile or maybe forever.
Goodbye poetry,
I hope you will still wait for me.
When i came back as a failure,
You'll still open your arms for me.
The same warmth i felt,
As i went into the community.
Goodbye poetry.

When i was just a lonely little,
Monster on the shore.
There came a prince with a smile,
Brighter than the sun.

He saved my life from hunger,
Taught me how to be me.
He showed me that I was meant to be free.
I couldn’t help but fall in love,
With that prince.

Yet I couldn't tell him-
oh, I didn't know how!
I ran out of time i couldn’t tell him what i feel,
He lost everything all because of me.
Yet even after that he still smiled at me.
Oh, what did i do,
To deserve all his time?

The past was gone,
Now im all left alone,
Until i saw that same,
Golden smile,
The one that saved me long ago!

I wanted to tell him this time,
That i was that beast,
I took him to places,
Where we used to meet.
And i hope one day he comes up to me,
Tell me he knows who i really was.

Yet he never knew who I was.
Not until the time where I met my demise.
He finally found out who i really was,
I dont have any regrets,
I finally showed my thoughts.
He loved me back,
Sadly i couldn’t go back.

Please let me go.
not because i didnt love you,
but because we were never meant to be.
please let me go.
we walked the wrong paths,
or maybe i did.
it was wrong to love you,
you tore my heart and patience.
we arent soulmates,
i was just confused,
you didnt love me,
until you had to let go.
love that waits,
isnt true love.
You're hurting me too.
let me go

I've ran out of ideas,
my brain has froze,
and my hands cant flow.
This poem i cant finish,
I bit off more than i could chew.

Is it wrong to be different?
or do i have to be the same?
Do i have to wear pretty dresses,
put make up on my face?
Do i have to sit still and smile,
wait until i marry a rich man?
why cant i be myself?
And be free like the birds?
Let me ask you once again,
Whats wrong with being me?

Lighting up someones day,
does not need words,
it doesnt need action,
nor your thoughts,
All you have to do,
is just listen.

Abandoned by my creator,
the silent creeps.
Im scared.
what should i do?
This place is in ruins.
My old play house,
is filled with cobwebs.

I can still hear,
the laughs of those i used to be with.
my once pretty smile,
is cracked into a cry.
im just a doll,
Attached to strings.

But now,
im nothing but an old doll.