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  Sep 2015 Jane
J
Everyone has their one best friend,
Those who they fully depend.
There are other like me, who try to befriend.
Try really hard to blend.
Trust me, I don't pretend.
I don't portend,
I don't mean to offend
I don't want to contend.
A change won't ever impend.
There's no way to amend.
And I don't expect you to comprehend.
Everything seems to have an end.

But it won't ever end, if it never started.
  Sep 2015 Jane
J
Love was never based on effort,
I could spend my whole time for you
But a guy can just come by and you'd go with him
And I'm left here to pick up my broken pieces

I wished things would get better.
It's obvious and I already knew
My love that once was bright, now  it's just really dim.
I'm just so speechless.

Everyday, the thought of it made me grow sadder.
Everything just seems so blue
This poem ain't vim.
I remember how everything used to be filled with sweetness.

We need to learn to be clever,
Accept what's already true.
To understand she's got him.
Now my life's filled with bleakness.
Jane Sep 2015
People say when guys get jealous, it's cute.

But why is that, he ignores me,
He looks away from me cruelly,
He talks with sarcasm rudely,
He lets out a painful chuckle coldly,
When is he going to stop, I'm lonely.
I'm sorry I wronged you
  Sep 2015 Jane
Kuah Yee Han
One
Day one, using my time to
conjure up rhymes for a dime
Sublime lyrical crimes
to keep you quiet like a mime while
I make some noise like a wind chime
And stab you with a rhythmic dagger coated in rime

Day two, still doing the same thing
People calling me king while I sing
or rather rapping my heart out
to the point I even scream and shout.
But that's what it's all about and if you don't think so,
I'll give you the benefit of the doubt and
suggest you get the f**k out

Day three, well I guess I shouldn't have swore
However, I did and I'll do it more
till my body is sore
Just kidding, before you come in, knock on the door
Still won't open it though, since I'm rotten to the core
Haven't I told you this before?
It's meant to be free flowing so it might be a little strange I guess
  Sep 2015 Jane
Akira
He told me my scars weren't beautiful
And I told him that no one could ever really admire a masterpiece
Without taking a few steps back
Your scars make you who you are and no matter what you are beautiful
  Sep 2015 Jane
graceunderfire
This is for the people on the verge of letting go.
For the people who hide their sadness that the world would never know.
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