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Nov 2018 · 132
Cycles
Kyara Robinson Nov 2018
Round and round up and down here we go again coming back to play the same game over and over again

I hurt you you hurt me oh my god when will this end

I’m tired of us being sore while we constantly play this game of tug of war

I love you I hate you you don’t do nothing for me but please don’t touch the door
that door is the only thing stopping us from freedom stopping us from feeling this pain if we serious what is there more to gain

we get the strength to touch the door but here We come wanting more
have we had enough have we suffered enough who we thought we were is starting to lose touch

why is this so hard to give this up We get the courage to leave I’m free turn to say bye and there you are at the door so

          We give it a try once more
Nov 2018 · 87
Love story
Kyara Robinson Nov 2018
Relationships aren’t the same anymore   they all end the same always in  war
because someone isn’t fully restored

So we lock ourselves thinking it will stop and the hurt will be no more but what we don’t realize we need to feel we need to keep a open mind to fully be healed

Love keeps people woke while other take it as a joke to some love is kind but others just want to take back that time

What is love to u is it a sweet song or a broken tune maybe to you love is cruel but to others can say this loving rules

But what is love really to you some love bc of there mother’s and fathers while others love to **** the monsters while others love to make people doctors

While people will love only to take and control never giving u nothing but showers people will love you for your wealth but never see you or love your true power

But it’s funny how we always feel the same and think this love is a monster

Some hate u and never want you seen again where there’s people that will get up and put up with u and try to win

But there’s no escaping there’s no fighting
Because love always wins
Nov 2018 · 172
Me
Kyara Robinson Nov 2018
Me
I am the one
   Being miss took I’m not the best
                     Emotions
                        Love
                     Kindness
                 a sprial mess
  Never again will my love be considerd
                  I’m strong I say              
   it’s only a weakness they say  
                    Cry baby
                    Sensitive
     words that put me to shame  
        Thinking should I change
Locking myself away from the pain
Believing there’s nothing to gain  

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