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why
"why?" is the question at hand
why do things never go as planned
i sit alone awake at night
wondering why i can't do anything right
why am i even here i wonder
what happens to us when we go down under
why do i do the things that i do
what is false and what is true
all of these questions scattered around
the weight of them increasing pound by pound
maybe my destiny will soon be uncovered
maybe new paths are yet to be discovered
for now the time will fly
and i'll still be asking "why?"
this is really old, but i thought i might post it for fun
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when confidence & hope slowly turns into doubts and fears—

You're not alone.

You are free to run away. Express your worries, your problems. Never be silent.

when emotions rise like waves—
Remember to keep the calm before the storm;
let it all in and breathe, then out you go
 4d darkifytun
zoe
They were always there
but no one ever cares
They are not even aware

But you made me aware
you were willing to share

It was your favorite flower
and it turned into ours to empower
our favorite flower

But then you left me
stopped once to see
to remember when we were free

and when spring comes and the tulips bloom
it reminds me of you

and I'll be there for you
if you want to come back home too
The wound is at her heart,
Her world is apart,
Trying to reach her,
Yet I can't speak with her.

Why is it so tough?
Whenever I see her,
I just stand there,
Frozen in the cold, with just a cough.

Is it my fault?
That I never stood by her,
Or is it her fault?
That she tried others?

I reach for words,
But they never stay,
They slip through my fingers
And fade away.

The day feels different,
But she wouldn’t know,
Once, I was there—
Now, I watch from the shadow.

If I had spoken,
Would things be the same?
Or was I meant to
Lose this game?

Today should be special,
Like the days we once knew,
But time has spoken—
And so, I stay silent too.
Today is her birthday, and I can't wish her,
So I wrote this as a gift to her.
They pretend to be nice,
But in reality, they are rude.
They pretend to be kind,
But in reality, they are cruel.

They pretend to love animals,
But in reality, they **** their blood.
They pretend to love God,
But in reality, they walk the path of demons.

They pretend to love
But in reality, it's all lust
They pretend to save nature,
But in reality, they make nature cry

All I want to remind you,
my dear,
Nature is not shy.
I can't **** this pain,
Not with a knive or pencil,
Not with foul words or soft lips,
Not with caring hands or a fist.

It is the pain of a love
Where once more Cupid missed.
Amidst the daisies,
all I could see,
was you.

Just us alone,
beneath blue sky.

You beside me, eyes closed,
wind tracing its fingers
through your hair,
bathed in sunlight,
your soft smile lingering.

Oh, how I envy them—
for giving you a peace
I can only dream of.
If only she could be....
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