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Although all poets write well, only those becomes popular who learn to respect the work of others..
This is what my favorite teacher used to say.. " do you know what makes a person's work more important?
the ability of the work to adjust with the reader, and that adjustment is only possible when - you learn to respect the sentiments and style of how all express and that's the way you should write.. "

She died in a car mishap, 1 and half year... I posted this in her memory, because If we see - its not just about a writer and his readers, its about all, about everything in fact..
I would say all the good things about you but there's no reason
I would still have these wounds open and leaking
I fought for you til my hands started bleeding

All these lies you kept spoon feeding
Still in disbelief
I'm finally feeling defeated
All the mistreatment


Not physically
But emotionally
If you couldn't love me
Then why keep me

Gave my all like no other
To watch you give it to another
Took my heart and buried it six feet under
I tried to be your lover

Instead you stole my love and perished me
Locked it up and threw away the key
Into the deep blue sea
While it sinks deepening my insecurities

Please...

You had me on the run
Had my heart shot like guns
*But one day I'll be the right one
To the right one...
"Know yourself, know your worth."
I thought of you & shed a couple tears
It's painful thought to remember you're not here
Months have passed but it feels like years
  
I can't hear you laugh or see you smile
But if I had the chance , for you I'd walk miles
Even if we could only reminisce for awhile

Your life was taken but you were taken to a better place
I swear I'd do anything to see your face

**** God... Why can't you bring him back
He did a quick sixteen
Now it's over, it's a wrap
Why didn't you stop the bullet before it attached

He didn't even have a chance to bloom...
Now he's six feet deep in a cagged room
It happened months ago but it still hurts like it just happened. I try not to talk about it but it just hurts even more.
Even if I could go back to the beginning,
I wouldnt change the fact that we're sinning.
we're steady fighting,
Even when we're losing were winning.
He makes me want to give up writing because the pain is too deep to describe
Maybe I'm exaggerating but hurt doesn't lie
I had it all figured out then it all fell apart
Now I've froze over with a cold , empty heart
I let you slip through my fingers by ironically gripping too tight
But I wanted you so much I was still willing to fight
I know you still have love left for me, even if it's just an ounce
Your slightest attention still made my heart pound
I try but I can't get you out of my mind
With you, there is never enough time
To describe the feeling you've made me feel
Or the open wound still dying to heal
The memories fading but the heart still remembers
Now I'm stuck in a preoccupied September
Reminiscing about the summer
When it seemed like I had you forever
I'm trying to pick up the pieces
But my hands won't stop bleeding
If I had one wish
I'd stop you from leaving
I'm sorry I didn't mention the amazing things about you.
ice bath through my veins.
my chest caves in.
wrists bound in chains.

the tears flow.
I can't speak.
no one knows.
barely on my feet..

Heat wave.
trembles.
I can't be saved.
suffocation.
helplessness.
to my head, I'm slaved.
if you ever wonder what it's like
I held her hand and she repeated after "I do".  I looked in her eyes and our lives started new. together as one.  our future ahead.  the children to come. to our happy ending, I led.

her hearts my home,
I awoke.
I wanna go back into a coma..

— The End —