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Making too many adjustments, I thought this was just meant
To  be
Temporary.
Dying inside – concealing the pain with a smile
Once in a while I need to breathe…
To be free… to cry
To wonder why
I have to endure this all, no one that I can call
To console me…  who understands me!
I can’t begin
To tell you the ways I deal with this torture
This rage…
Trapped in a cage
Of loneliness
Iron bars built high on Love – or at least that once was
Now all that’s left is bitterness and regret
Hardened by memories I can’t forget
The love has rusted from mistrust
Chipped and decayed from pointless arguments
That had no value - that didn’t make sense
Broken pieces lay on the floor
Too fragile to pick up – too precious to destroy
So I sit near it on the ground not listening to a sound
Deep in thought as I stare at our broken love
That once was
My beautiful paradise instead of
The rusted remains
Of my raging cage
LOST IN MY MIND, DECISIONS ON EVERY SIDE
EVERY TIME I CLOSE MY EYES, BITTERSWEET MEMORIES OF YOU AND I
FALLING IN LOVE, GROWING APART
STILL YOU ARE THAT SPECIAL PERSON IN MY HEART
I KNOW THAT ALL RELATIONSHIPS HAVE UPS AND DOWNS
BUT SHOULDN’T I HAVE LAUGHS AND SMILES MORE THAN I FROWN
THERE'S BILLS, KIDS, BAD ADVICE AND BRICK WALLS
MY LOVE FOR YOU WILL LAST FOREVER BUT IT DOESN’T COVER IT ALL

WHAT DO WE HAVE IN COMMON – JUST OUR LOVE – IS THAT ENOUGH

WHAT IF OUR LIFE’S PATH HAS TAKEN US INTO SEPARATE DIRECTIONS
WHAT IF IT’S SIMPLY TOO LATE TO MAKE ALL OF THE CORRECTIONS
WHAT IF YOU AND I ARE NO LONGER MEANT TO BE TOGETHER
WHAT IF OUR LOVE’S NOT STRONG ENOUGH TO SURVIVE BAD WEATHER
WHAT IF MY SOULMATE IS OUT THERE, SOMEWHERE, WAITING FOR ME
WHAT IF THERE IS A CHANCE THAT I CAN TRULY BE HAPPY

DO I SACRAFICE IT ALL – JUST FOR LOVE – IS THAT ENOUGH
Lord,

Grant me strength, speed and success,
Helping me to turn corners straight.
My soul deliver from wickedness
That lurk, lying about in wait.

No one the day knows well enough
To the end--its smooth and rough.
Teach me thus in life the way to go
In the fast lanes and the slow.
bend your fingers back
enough so the knuckle turns white
a pinch of pain
enough to let you know it's real
look at yourself in a mirror
and stare
for hours
analyzing
tearing apart the image you see
put the pieces in any other pattern
listen to the voices telling you
you're wrong
you're worthless
you won't amount to anything
let them overcome you

i am no martyr
i seek no knight in armor
i torment myself
to reassure myself
that i am not myself
written by me
Flap Flap goes the Flappy Bird

Was this the right choice?
Seeing warnings on twitter
Thinking they're all quitters
Thinking you're better
But in reality, you're just as equal as them.

But as the day passes...
Flap Flap goes the Flappy Bird

Seeing your friends play, you start multiplying
Not even touching a pipe and dying
You're on the floor, you're crying
Pressing start over and over again and trying
Knowing your high score is low and start lying
because you know you ****.

But as the day passes...
Flap Flap goes the Flappy Bird

Questions going through your mind
"Why did I die?"
"Did I really touch a pipe?"
"Why do iPhone users only have day while Android have both day and night?"
"Why is it slower on other phones?"
"How do you get past 20?"
"Why do I keep dying?"
"Why do Android users have other colors?"
But the question you should be asking is...
"Am I going mad?"

But as the day passes...
Flap Flap goes the Flappy Bird

Now, the resolution.
Stop the addiction.
Press that "x"
You know its for the greater good.
I know YOU feel the ANGER whenever you die.
You don't wanna risk throwing your phone for that.
Take my advice. DO IT.
Before it ruins your life.

But as the day passes...
You can't.
You can't.
You can't.

Its too late.
Flappy Bird is now part of life.
Even though the anger
The anger that feels like your chest being stabbed by a knife
Hurts you so much
Deep inside you get a little happy...
Knowing somewhere in the world someone trying the same game
Got less than you.
Less than 3, 2, or 1.
And because of this you want to beat more people who **** more than you.

And this should be an achievement
You, state your name, got YOUR own high score.
YOU did it
YOU made it to one pipe or even more.
And if you didn't
Well ***** for you

But as the day passes...
Flap Flap goes the Flappy Bird
First poem!! I just had to express myself because I find it unfair for iPhone users. Im sorry, im just so emotional and my high score is only 20 :'(
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