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Katrina Oct 2015
I'm here to apologize for always making you wait
but please don't get tired of me just yet
As someone who claimed to love you, I know I haven't been that great
but there will be a time when we'll realize it was worth it ever since the day we met.
This poem was from him...
Sep 2015 · 206
What Dying Seems Like
Katrina Sep 2015
I hate the idea of seeing you in  a coffin
me, at your wake
the very first time I'll see you
will be you sleeping so sound and calm
like you finally found true peace
if that would be the first and last photograph
that I will have of you
then, young man, I'm sorry
I have to dissapate it
for it won't do good for my photographic memory
even if I reject that photo in my mind
it will haunt me for years
forever let's say
and as much as how I hate the thought of seeing you lying in a coffin
that would be a lot worse than ever
P.S how do you italize and bold letters? Thanks (yep I know it's another ****** poem from me but thank you anyway for wasting a time of your life to read this poem and oh yeah, whenever I make poems I don't really put titles so yeah)
Jul 2015 · 223
Reality seems great
Katrina Jul 2015
My friend, do you know what's the hardest thing to do in life?
My dear, do you know what's the painful thing ever?
I think it is now the time, to tell you the truth
The horrible truth, about reality


Living for a long time, I had proven that waiting is such a hard thing to do
You don't have forever or even an eternity to wait for someone or something
Do not waste your youth, for you might regret it
You must learn that life doesn't stop for anyone


I want you to know how does the painful thing feels
Or you might not want it, for it is such a cruel thing to do
Sacrifice. It is the most painful thing in this **** world
For you are giving a piece of yourself  for someone who isn't worth it


It is not too late, my friend, to start over again
You still have time to decide, to change
But please be sure, whatever you do, you must be happy
Because being happy is all you can do for yourself


Love yourself enough.
****** isn't it? I know. We made a poem at Music class and that's the result. At first I was happy because I was perfect.........until I knew EVERYONE is perfect... **** it. Welp, I tried

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