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 Nov 2014 Untold Story
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She's painted the most beautiful portraits of life.
Where a bird's song is the only drug,
Dry leaves crunching the only violence.
Love is the only wildfire,
And she is the spark.
The only problem is:
I'm not in that portrait.

But it was not always that way.
I accompanied her in that portrait,
the Robin to her Batman,
the yin to her yang,
the boom to her bang.
I was painted over and replaced.

Because after all,
all paint fades.
Hi all, I really liked this poem although it isn't long.
Please leave feedback to help further pieces or tell me areas of strength.
Thanks for reading!
 Nov 2014 Untold Story
Exposed
You ascend, slowly but surely.
You have your partner
by your side
striving for the peak.

After endless amounts of time,
you reach the apex.
You look into each others eyes,
love the mutual feeling.
The top is beyond words,
she and he engulfed in sweetness.

The world pauses for them.
At the time,
their love can have no end.
His hands on hers,
they've made it.

But time pauses
only to continue.
The roller coaster disregards the top,
leaving its perfection behind.

The descent is short.
What took months to build
crumbles in seconds.
A few bitter words,
replace dozens of sweet ones.

The Roller coaster has run its course.
You built up from nothing,
reached everything, and fell again.

Now your choice is whether you want to ride again.

The Roller coaster spares none.
If you fail to stay at the top,
your heart is shattered,
after the sweetness,
comes to an inevitable end.
If I am not the only one to have felt this, please comment and share your story!
 Nov 2014 Untold Story
Exposed
What is there to do,
When the person you care most about
Doesn't care back?
grrrrr
 Nov 2014 Untold Story
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Why?
Why would you leave me in a dead silence?
A place where my every demon lies.
A place with too much room for speculation.
A place where the knife burrows itself ever so close to my heart.
A place where injustices swirl.
A place with no hope to love that girl
I check for a response, to find none.
She reads and then leaves.
It takes two to have a conversation.
It takes two to be in a relationship.
But, hell I guess I'm not the right one.
Hi guys, writing poems always makes the heat of the moment less intense.
 Nov 2014 Untold Story
Exposed
Love is the conniving wolf dressed as an innocent sheep.
Trying out a 10-word poem :)
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