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Letting go is never easy
it's always going to be hard
that's just how it is
but if you can, I'll write you a card
giving up on dreams
is heartbreaking
believe me it's even harder
when your mind is shaking
but if you can
I'll write you a song
I'm sure it will help you
to move on
but right now you'll be sad
and you just want to be left alone
so I hope you don't mind
because all I wrote, was this poem...
It's the middle of the day
tears flowing from my eyes
hugging a picture of you
it all came as a surprise
is the reason you don't love me
because I'm so far away
maybe not light-years
but at least a couple days
and these poems I write
all tell the same story
a girl like you
just can't adore me
and I'll just smile the heartbreak away
because I know you're much too sweet
and a heartfelt hug
I'll give if we ever meet
and maybe we won't
fall for eachother
and I may be sad
until I find another
and even if I never
see (see) you again
I can't say I'll be fine right away
but I'm sure me, him and her
will always stop to pen
another poem about how brilliant
you truly are...
I look up to the sky
and what do I see
a shooting star
and its shining for me
but what would happen
if you were that star
would I wonder
just what you are
up high above
shining over this place
I remember how beautiful you were
when your smile lit up your face
a thousand miles
never seemed so far away
you're like a diamond in the sky
but you're invisble during the day
shine bright
my shooting star
how I'll always wonder
what you are...
Whats Twinkle Twinkle Little Star, never heard of it, mustn't be real
 Mar 2014 Elizabeth P
Amy Perry
Do you remember our first date?
You wore a black T-shirt, running a bit late.
You had a head full of hair and glasses,
I swear you were my first real crush.
It was a little too much.
I had you ask my Dad if I could go,
'Cause I was too nervous he would say no.
We wanted to watch Saw II but got rejected.
We were too young, and the theatre by default selected
That we'd watch "Chicken Little" the only other movie they showed,
At our town's little theatre, we passed by the Skittles,
And watched the show in quiet excitement.
Then we waited for our rides, and feeling resentment,
Listened to the end credits of the movie we'd rather have seen,
If only we were eighteen.
It was a song we liked called "Burn the Witch,"
We sang along and smiled, feeling enriched by each other's presence,
We knew this was Heaven.
We didn't kiss or cuddle,
We may have hugged, and that would have settled.
It was a teenage bliss,
Excitement, nerves, wants that would someday be satiated,
But even now that I have with you all of this,
Marriage, and ***, and a morning kiss,
I look back on our first date when we were kids,
And know everything we ever did
Was a result of that fearful question,
"Do you want to go on a date?"
And yes, I did.
I would all over again.
Happy Birthday, Husband.
When I read what you write
all I want to do is sing you a song
because I want you to
always feel like you belong
when I read what you write
and it seems like you're feeling kinda bad
I just want you to know
that I feel more than slightly sad
but I will always say
write about what inspires you
poetry should come from the heart
it should always have meaning too
and when I hear you sing
I want you to know
its beautiful, just like you
even if you don't think so.
And I know you know,
no matter what
I could never hate you...
Black only exists because white does

Up can only be conceived because of down

Truth and Justice counter acts evil ways

There is always this balance

God =   Balance

Therefore if we are the universe

All we must do is achieve a balanced life

To become good one must realize that they are evil
the ache of pain
comforts me.
             the tears on my face
              scar me.
                           the hollowness of my
                           heart numbs me.
                                       the look in your eyes
                                       haunts me.
                                                 the feel of your love
                                                 lingers with me.
                                                           the end of "us"
                                                           hurts me.
What do I mean to her
can somebody please let me know
what do I mean to you
does anyone even know
you say you're impossible to love
you say who could love a mass of flaws like you
you say that you don't know if you love me
well I can say that I know just how I feel about you
and I know that
no matter how much I write for you
I can't change you're mind
I'm just not right for you
but when have I ever given up
on what I love
never tell yourself that someday you'll be perfect
don't lie to yourself
never tell yourself that someday you'll just grow out of it
I want you to see the truth
you're perfectly imperfect
so please don't say
that you won't make it to the next day
I'll always be here for you
so don't think that I'm just so perfect
I'm no better than anyone else
and don't think
I'll abandon you
when you need me the most
so please don't cry
or I might show
that I'm really a sensitive guy
so please don't dream of being better
than you always will be
because you're already the best
and please tell me if I'm being annoying
I'll try my best not to be
but I don't like to break promises
so stop focusing on your flaws
and focus on the things you love about yourself
and if you can't think of anything
ask someone to list them with you
and don't try to deny it
you can't spell Imperfect
without I'm Perfect...
Just who am I as a person
well let's see
I'm random and awkward
and more than slightly crazy
I have messy hair
and I'm kind of sarcastic
I don't know if life is real
or if I am fantastic
I'm a massive ******
believe me I'm not joking
the dark still scares me
and I'm little bit heartbroken
I can be rude
because I'm hardly polite
things like birds and moths they scare me
but only when they take flight
I have a strange sense of humor
and I love the idea of magic
but I know it can't exist in this world
which I guess is kind of tragic
I write about
what I care about
so why am I writing about myself
I'll let you know when I figure it out
unless I forget...
I guess it's kinda like a bio.
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