You show your love to me in so many forms,
I can’t wait to see you when the world is back to norm.
You love me and I adore,
How much you love me.
You light up my world like a city
In New York.
My name, which is growing in popularity as we speak,
Is mine and only mine, and all the others are fake.
But 2007 was really its peak.
Most people are trying to take,
What’s not theirs and make it great.
People make the name something that’s not the same.
Like dogs and cats.
They’re different and you don’t get them confused,
And when people get it wrong you slowly light your fuse.
It’s not their fault, and I know that to be true,
But everyone likes their name better,
And that’s what makes me blue.
My last name means hay,
Which is ok,
But then people say it wrong,
It just makes you grey.
You say the J sounds like H,
And they try again.
This time its better, but still not the the way,
You like to say
My tears are something I refuse.
You make me tired just to lite the fuse.
I guess people are like plastic,-
Easy to reuse.
Wanting to whisper my worries to you when you won't listen.
How could you hate me?
You say you could never hate me.
Does you heart hurt at the thought of hating me,
Or does it make you laugh or pleasure ti'll you cry?
Have fun hating me before there's no me to hate.
After I'm dead you will wish you would have spoke.
Talk to me now before the time runs out.
Even if you don't care because later it will give you a scare.
My eyes begin to dry as I open up my eyes,
Efface yourself if this is true; that you hate me more than I you.
I killed someone for you; me.
My heart is whats keeping me alive, but it is also whats killing me.
I’ve been stabbed many times, but you aimed for the heart.
my poems about love & dying
it's weird how you'll talk to the one that broke you,
but you can't talk to the one you broke.
composed of silence; a graceful heart dances.
you went to me; spoke words that weren't revolting. my heart breaking away from its old quiet ways.
the angels in heaven sang a hopeful song to cherish that a lovely day.
the next day the storm came, and washed it all away. the love, the heart, but the silence came to stay. the floodgates from down below break loose and my hearty heart heart cries in the shadows of sanctimonious.
the world ended that day. for i nor no one else expected what a vigorous storm. my hands shaking with the satin tears. fast as they fell.
the storm rushing from the floodgates of hell.