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Cara May Oct 2016
A girl sobbing in the corner
writing down poems of her life.
She writes,
the flowers she touched died;
the people she kept cried and left.
Her past is her reflection
and in the future she cries
for that she has chaotic mind and rotten hands.
unintentionally hurt the people around you till they despise you and left.
Cara May Oct 2016
All this while I watered
the flowers you gave me
tho they have wilted.
But one day you came
and you broke the vase
and you asked,
"why did you watered the roses?"
then from that day I let you go
And I hope
you find what you're looking for.
When you made effort for people and they didn't do anything and then they asked why did we made effort for them at the first place.
Cara May Oct 2016
He loves watching her dancing
in her red dress
with champagne in his hand.
People said he's no good for her
because he loves rock songs
and she loves pop songs.
He is her soul.
She is his trophy.
She loves him on her lonely cold nights
where daddy dancing with other girls.
Cara May Oct 2016
He hears the memories whispering
on lonely cold nights.
he reaches for Angel's hands
and asking for forgiveness
for he has fell for devil's whispers.
Only God could help his aging soul.
when your sins hit you
Cara May Oct 2016
just another day
where people walk out of my life.
I'm sad but I'm numb.
I'm a t peace but I'm devastated.
I hope things got better someday.
Cara May Oct 2016
I write under the name of my perfect self
not my real self,
under a tragic life
and lonely soul.
I crave for red roses
and summer days
but i'm far from perfect
that i'm just the lonely ghost.
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