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Gwen Johnson Jul 2013
The music plays
And I listen to the words
To the lyrics
Lyrics
I find their meaning
Deep within
And it plays once again
And I know what it means
I'm not okay
I cry it out
Screaming loud
So maybe someone will hear me
I'm one of the broken
Not one of the beauty
Gwen Johnson Jul 2013
In a hushed tone
All things sweet came and
Talked for hours and hours on
Fighting away all that's scary
Telling me it's okay
That nothing will harm me
I let them comfort me
I gave them my trust
When they relaxed me enough
I drifted into the land of sleep
There I rest peacefully
Till the sweet things came
As the monsters they really are
Then came the things that were scary
They picked me up
And healed the bruises
Patched up the wounds
And it disproved what I was taught
That the pretty ones
Were the ones that deserved trust
Gwen Johnson Jul 2013
What does it mean to have spoken?
Does it mean that words were projected out loud?
Does it mean that behind those words is a meaning?
Does it mean that there is a voice that should be heard?
Does it mean there is someone there to hear the words being said?
Does it mean protection?
Does it mean threats?
What does it mean to have spoken?
Does it really mean anything at all?
How can it be determined?
Gwen Johnson Jul 2013
It's hard to write poetry
When I have no motivation to do so
I'm just looking for inspiration
Somewhere
Anywhere
But I can't find it in me
So maybe you could help me
If you would talk to me
'Cause right now
I'm having a one sided conversation
And it's not going well
Because my words to me
Demotivate me
So would you please join this conversation
With me
Maybe I could be happy
But I've gotten sidetracked
With envy
And displease
Sometimes looking for the words to describe me
Sometimes trying to find me
Using sad music and poetry
Staring at the mirror
Long enough to find every flaw that bugs me
Getting in to arguments just to see if I can win
Then the begging comes in
'Cause I still want them to be my friend
I'm sorry but it hurt me
Every conversation you cut me off in
But don't worry I'm used to it
That happens to me with friend or not friend
But I know you care about me
You do right?
Did these words come out right?
Did it somehow turn into an apology?
Because I am sorry
But for what?
Maybe for always being wrong
Because someone once said that I always am
I'm wrong
It's true that I am
So here's the poem I tried so hard to write
And I sincerely apologize for it
Because these words might eat you
Like they ate at me  
Gripping unto something
Maybe the guilt inside me
And as it comes flowing out it's making me shaky
Hitting my nerves
On the way to escape me
Because even it wishes to leave me
So I'll beg once more
Please will you save me
Gwen Johnson Jul 2013
The day we met
Will never be forgotten
The sun was shining through
Reflecting on the ocean oh so blue
Sparkling like diamonds
Like your eyes do too
With a smile that can be seen
From miles away
Gravitating me towards you
My heart skips a beat
When you call my name
My life will never be the same
You are my Romeo
I am your Juliet
The moments we spent together
I will never forget
You showered me with diamonds
And other fancy things
Taking me to dinner
And pulling out my seat
Treating me like royalty
But clearly it was never meant to be
Because it was only in a movie.
I wrote this with my mom
Gwen Johnson Jul 2013
You ask me if I'm okay
Then leave me
When I say
Yes
I am
Gwen Johnson Jul 2013
I'm here for you
I truly am
I wish you said
What you really meant
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