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Apr 2019 · 162
I Cant Help Myself
BiancaBeltran Apr 2019
I’m not supposed to want you;
I’m not supposed to care,
And yet I spend my time dreaming of all that we could share.

Im not supposed to think about you or wonder where you have been,
But no matter how I fight it,
Thoughts of you sneak in.

I’m not supposed to pounder where you are each night,
But yet you creep into my vision when the stars shine bright.

I’m not supposed to yearn so,
Always wishing you were here.
But I hunger for your kisses,
An I long to draw you near.

I’m not supposed to imagine where you are or what you do.
I know I shouldn’t cater to a single thought of you.

I’m not supposed to need you.
I know these things.
I do.
But yet I can’t help myself,
because I fell in love with you.
Dec 2015 · 392
Hush Little Baby
BiancaBeltran Dec 2015
Hush little baby
Don't you cry
Don't cut your arms
Don't say goodbye
Put down that razor
Put down that knife
It may be hard
But you'll win this fight
Dec 2015 · 270
Emotions
BiancaBeltran Dec 2015
Strong but then weak
Happy but then sad
Sometimes feeling hopeful
Always dreading in bad
Scared and uncertain
Where will it end?
Aug 2013 · 697
Confused
BiancaBeltran Aug 2013
I always knew who I really was, no one else did.
I remember my first experience, I was five.
Innocent and pure.
I had to make sure.
After that it was always different.
I know I was different.
But that person was nonexistent.
That person was considered not right.
I was taught that was a sin.
So I held it all in.
I was confused that if this was who I was then why
was it so wrong?
Did I just have to lie and play along?
Was there something wrong with me?
Was there a cure?
I was lost and had no where to turn.
The hurt inside was left to burn.
I had to lie and be deceitful to the people I loved.
But I was afraid what would happen when push came
to shove.
I wanted to badly be who I really am and love
who I wanted to love.
But in this judgmental world I was scared of all of the
Down below.
Was my family going to disown me?
Was I going to be alone?
Would my friends be accepting?
Would I be able to hold my own?
All of the unknown tore at my insides.
Would I be able to leave all of that behind???????
What about the rest of the world?
How would they handle what was about to unfurl.
Apr 2013 · 570
Her hands
BiancaBeltran Apr 2013
This poem go's out to my mom!

  your hands held me gently from the day i took my first breath.
your hands helped to guide me as i took my first step.
your hands held me close  when the tears would start to fall.
your  hands were there to brush my hair.
  your hands were often there to comfort my wounds when ever i fell off my bike.
your hands are now twisting with age and years of work.
your hands now need my gentle touch to rub away the hurt.
  your hands are more beautiful than anything can be.
  your hands are the reason im me.
Apr 2013 · 2.6k
friendship
BiancaBeltran Apr 2013
This poem is dedicated to my homie!

The friendship we have is so rare to find,
we hate to see each other in a bind.
We make each other laugh so hard i cry,
we feel each others pain if we are hurt inside.
We always can find the right words to say,
to help us get through any dreadful day.
We have told our darkest secrets,
while feeling no shame,
we will tell each other the truth even if we are to blame.
Thinking of you not being here makes me feel so sad,
we will have to look back on our crazy memories to make us glad.
The miles between us cant keep us apart,
because we will keep each other close at heart.
Mar 2013 · 599
My little bro!
BiancaBeltran Mar 2013
This poem is dedicated to my brother!
Jesus.Beltran


I love you and I wish you were home,
It hurts me to think you're so alone.
Its not the same without you here,

I remember when we were little and we played in the yard,
then we'd go sit inside and watch TV.
You'd look at me and smile,
your smile used to stretch a mile.
When I had a bad day you were the only one who could make me laugh,
its like you were my other half.
It hurts me to see what your going through,
it hurts even more because there's nothing I can do.
I just wish I could make it all OK,
but all I can do is pray.
Sometimes its like you're still here,
I look at the door and wait for you to appear.
Then I realize you're not home,
and I go back to feeling so alone.
I love you so much you just don't know,
no matter what you'll always be my little bro.
Mar 2013 · 430
Till the end!
BiancaBeltran Mar 2013
This poem goes out to all my friends!

I got your back you got mine,
I’ll help you out anytime.
To see you hurt to see you cry,
Makes me weep and wanna cry.
And if you agree to never fight,
It wouldn’t matter who’s wrong or right.
If a broken heart needs a mend,
I’ll be there, right to the end.
If your cheeks are wet from drops of tears,
Don’t worry, let go of your fears.
Hand in hand love is sent,
We’ll be friends TILL THE END!
Feb 2013 · 833
The good times
BiancaBeltran Feb 2013
This poem is dedicated to my grandmother  
Goodbye is never the end nor is hello it is just the beginning of a new adventure. do you remember the good times we shared? i sure do. i wish you hadn't gone and left me here to suffer. if i had two wishes my first wish would be to go back on my sixteenth birthday and start over and be with you every second. I'd also wish you were here with me and i would never let you go. i hope you forgive me and remember the good times we had because i sure do.
Feb 2013 · 822
Have you ever
BiancaBeltran Feb 2013
Have you ever!

Have you ever lived my life?
Spent one minute in my shoes?
If you havent then tell me why you judge me as you do?

Have you ever woken up in the morning wondering if this was your last
day on earth?
Have you ever left your house unsure if you'd return?
Have you ever wonder if it was your turn to die?

Have you ever sat beneath the stars hoping god will hear?
Have you ever seen your friend drive away saying their goodbyes?
Have you ever covered up guilt by doing a good deed?

Have you ever lived my life?
Spent one minute in my shoes?
If you havent then tell me why you judge me as you do?

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