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kristen Jan 2019
dear ex lover,

I wish you the best, i hope the next person you fall for doesn't break your heart like you did to me, especially when you go to a different state, i hope they don't think you're cheating on them, like you thought i was. I hope you're living the best life with them, like we were supposed to. Not all of us can get what we want. Everytime something goes wrong in my life, i'll think of you, because i know that with you i'm like a dog with a chain around my neck, but without you, i'm flying. No strings attached. No one to think that i'm doing them wrong.
From your ex lover,
K.F.
this is about my ex boyfriend, he hurt me in the past but it actually made me stronger. when me and my ex were dating, he told me forever and always. i believed it:/ he gave me a ring and promised to bee by my side...we don't always get what we ask for.
  Nov 2018 kristen
Maya Angelou
A free bird leaps on the back
Of the wind and floats downstream
Till the current ends and dips his wing
In the orange suns rays
And dares to claim the sky.

But a BIRD that stalks down his narrow cage
Can seldom see through his bars of rage
His wings are clipped and his feet are tied
So he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings with a fearful trill
Of things unknown but longed for still
And his tune is heard on the distant hill for
The caged bird sings of freedom.

The free bird thinks of another breeze
And the trade winds soft through
The sighing trees
And the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright
Lawn and he names the sky his own.

But a caged BIRD stands on the grave of dreams
His shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
His wings are clipped and his feet are tied
So he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings with
A fearful trill of things unknown
But longed for still and his
Tune is heard on the distant hill
For the caged bird sings of freedom.
kristen Nov 2018
i want to hold you close,
but for now i must pretend,
that you don't love me,
and you're only a friend.

when we're talking,
i want to lean near,
and tell you three words,
that you need to hear.

for now i hide my feelings,
and act like nothing's wrong,
but in fact i'm not very sure,
if i can last very long.

i may have to move on,
and give up my hope,
of getting you back,
because i must cope.
kristen Nov 2018
i wish i could hold your heart,
cradle it gently in my hands,
but my arms aren't strong enough,
to hold what i don't understand,
my eyes have seen a lot of things,
and i thought i've seen it all,
but the way your smile ignites my own.
Makes me think there is so much more,
these walls around this heart of mine have stood collecting dust,
but it's like you've found the gate,
that leads right to my trust,
I've never really liked my name,
but on your lips it sounds so nice,
but your voice is my new favorite song,
that's forever on repeat,
but even though i feel all this,
i can never let you see,
because your heart deserves a whole lot more,
than a broken girl like me.
kristen Nov 2018
My brother is my brother.
No one is ever going to touch my brother.
No one is ever going look at my brother sideways.
If nobody got my brother, i got my brother.
I might be cool with you but if you have issues with my brother… ima always choose my bro.
Why?
Cause that’s my mother ******* brother.
The one i got to the end.
The one i laugh with.
The one that i tell everything too.
Don’t EVER talk about MY brother to ME!
Cause at the end of the day,
it’s me and my blood brother.
Over alllll you little scary ******.
kristen Nov 2018
as soon as i wake up,
my head is filled with you
the way i feel about you. oh, if you only knew.
i smile and giggle whenever you are around
just a glimpse of you stops me from feeling down
kristen Nov 2018
his hair,
his hair is soft like silk,
it falls perfectly without him trying.

his smile,
his smile can light up a thousand stars,
it's as white as a new white chevy silverado truck.

his eyes,
his eyes are as blue as the ocean,
they're like the remuted triangle,
you can just get lost in them.

the boy with blonde hair is perfect.
i wrote this poem about an old crush that i had when i was in the 7th grade

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