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you always listen.
even when perhaps you don’t want to.
but you always do,
you never make it known that you don’t.
and I thank you.
from the bottom of my heart,
with all I have to give,
I thank you.
you respect me,
you look out for me,
you’re always there to listen.
I’m lucky to know you,
to have you in my life.
not everyone is as fortunate,
to have someone like you.
I needed to share,
and only you would listen.
you taught me what kindness is,
what it’s like to receive it selflessly.
I wish I could repay you,
in words or gifts or time.
but frankly nothing can ever match
the gentleness you’ve bestowed on me.
d.c.

helped me not to fear
Love is an illusion
the creator placed on earth to make us produce more of mankind
Love is an illusion that fills me with confusion
They will tell you
All poetry has been written
There is nothing new
Under the moon
But let me tell you
They don’t know you
You are as unique
As the DNA that exists
Within your frame
The ripples on your thumbprint
No one ever had the same.

Listen...

You have something to say
Say it proudly
Say it boldly
Never let them scold you.

Never let them make you go away.
I love it when someone tells me to keep writing. You should keep writing too!
This is my last poem
So I will make it great
I wished I could’ve seen
Look on your face
When you found me
Unconscious and no breath to take
For this a simple reason
I couldn’t been saved
I drowned in stress and depression
With is no one to blame
So don’t put rip on anything
Cause it was meant this way
And to my friends
I’m sorry that I let you down
I wasn’t always happy when I was around
And to my parents
I should’ve let you in
And to my brothers and sisters
I wasn’t strong as you think
I’m sorry, but you aren’t to be blamed.
A lazy day
Is a time
Wasted.

A lazy day with You.
Is a day
Well spent.
I love to think how much adding you can change everything.
I love you and i want you to know that.
At times we wonder why we aren't heard,
When we sing in silence...
Lines don't make poetry but the depth in those words.
You told me I taught you
what it means to love.

What I didn't know is that
the love I taught you
would be given to
someone else.
don’t hurt anymore,
young heart.

you don’t deserve
to be the old soul
that you are.
© victoriathng
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