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Red Bergan Apr 2014
My dark heart,
Has taken wing.
Soaring into the abyssal deep.

It pumps black,
Souless blood.
I am reaper.
Once more.
Red Bergan Apr 2014
You have a pure heart.
They say,
They dont know me.

Your so friendly!
Yet I hate people.

My heart died long ago,
Stop trying to bring it back.

It only sees what its sown,
And thats a fact.

My heart died,
Long ago.
Where the roses bloom,
In the ****** snow.
  Apr 2014 Red Bergan
D'Shaundi
I don't know what to do.
I want only him.
No one understands.
But he is who I chose.
If it wasn't for him.
I wouldn't be.
Nor would I be his queen.
He is my pride and joy.
But to others he is just a boy.
I feel lost.
Now all I think is negative thoughts.
Being lost does not feel good.
I feel like I'm in a empty neighborhood.
There is nothing but the wind blowing.
My heart is so cold.
I can feel it dying slowly.
It is all on me.
So I must be the one to take the blame.
I feel so much shame.
I must be isolated and contained.
If none of it ever happened.
It would never have came.
I am so lost.
I feel like I am being tossed.
This is a poem written by me and my best friend Brianna. I want to thank her and her sister for helping me overcome as many obstacles as they could.
Red Bergan Apr 2014
Gaze,
Into the eternity.
The abyss of questions,
And answers.

Tremble,
At the fear.
Of being immortal.

Hate,
The man who did this to you.
Transcend...
Red Bergan Apr 2014
The water falls,
From the gray sky.
Pouring harder.
As the day goes on.

My body is restless,
I want to run.
To release that wolf within.
That howls so low.

The pouring rain stains,
Every ounce of ground.
They are the tears Ive shed,
For being inside to long.
  Apr 2014 Red Bergan
Legion
When you see her cry
     you get a rag,
a gentle delicate cloth.
                                        Lovingly grasp her hand
                                               and dab its tip;
                                       dry each tear as they come.
                                                           ­                               And ask each drop
                                                            ­                                   why it'd leave
                                                           ­                               such beautiful eyes.

  If she wishes
to be in the sky,
  tell her to go.
                              Take the sun ransom,
                              and replace its shining
                                    with her own.
                                                            ­          So you can see her every morning
                                                         ­                          and wish for her
                                                                ­                  return each night.

When you see her scars
  both visible and non-
    touch each gently.
                                             And remind her
                                       that each and every hurt
                                            she has survived,
                                                       ­                                 has only made her
                                                                ­                   that much more unique;
                                                         ­                              that much stronger.

  Show her that she
  is a special person
and is worthy of love.
                                     That she deserves the love
                                            she fears to give...
                                            show her so that
                                                            ­                     one day after you're gone
                                                            ­                      she can find the strength
                                                                ­                    to go on without you.

    Tell her that while
she might not be a goddess
far above worldly desires,
                                          that she is amazing,
                                         for just being herself
                                    for being that beautiful girl
                                                            ­                   who thinks herself damaged
                                                         ­                         when in truth she's just
                                                            ­                    a different kind of beautiful.

   And finally, love her.
  Like a boy loves a girl
Till she finally remembers
                                            that that's what she is:
                                          not a scar, not a goddess,
                                             not a star. But a girl.
                                                           ­                         That deserves to be loved.
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