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  Apr 2015 Jane
Kelvin
Hormones raging,
heart racing,
I raise my hands,
And she's screaming,crying,

Why, baby, why do i like it,
Please tell, i'm not an addict,
Cuz' if i am who's gonna cure it,
When you are dead, forget it.

So she started stabbing,
Stab, stab, stab and jabbing,
I started shouting,chanting and providing:

*"baby keep finding, for someone worth fighting, fighting for the person that's worth loving, loving will only start by believing, i love you baby but now i'm leaving, for your good baby, i'm bleeding, I'm fading, bye baby, love you more than everything, and anything."
Yee han please rap to dis
  Apr 2015 Jane
josin137
We write things we don't understand,
We write about the feelings erupting inside,
The story behind every smile,
The sadness behind every tear,
We write about the things that keep us awake late at night,
And the things that awake us from a deep slumber,
We are not only poets but story tellers as well.

*Of our own daily life, write more, express more and hurt less.
Writing is one of the expression, when one writes something that make people feel the same, it just shows how much that one is hurting.
  Apr 2015 Jane
naila
I still remember
the night you told me
That you'll do anything for me
The night your eyes were covered by tears
You told me that you loved me
You my dear mother
The inspiration of my life
I dont want you to get hurt
But i still hurt you
I dont want to see you cry
But i still make you cry
I'm sorry for each little tears
that flowed from your eyes
because of me
I wish i could make your life better
By being better
Jane Apr 2015
It kills when we don't talk,
It kills when you ignore me,
It kills when you're busy with your life,
It kills.

It kills when you don't understand,
It kills when you put me in pain,
It kills when you don't care,
It kills me.

It kills when you walk away,
It kills when you forget about us,
It kills when you push me aside,
It kills.

It kills when you don't listen,
It kills when you're not here,
It kills when you smile at her,
It kills me.


**You've killed me.
Thanks to you :)
  Apr 2015 Jane
Asim Javid
If only our eyes saw souls
instead of bodies
how very different our ideals
of beauty would be
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