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You play well, the instruments, my heart, the bells
You said you loved me, but
You never showed it, dear
Played the fool
Played me too
You even played with my friends,
They thought you were cool
Played a role, Leading Man
But you were also the Villain
Played Tricks on my mind
Love is blind?
Played me a song by Pink Floyd
But only for a while,
Then you retired.
I will never tell my kids about you
They will never know about that time we created a poem
They will never find out about
You caring about me for so long
I guess they wont ever hear about
The way you made me Feel
How we talked for hours every day
for years
No, they won't get to know that even
with your mistakes, I loved you to death
But that will never come to appear in books
or in Hymns
Cause It ended.. You never seemed to think
It was a Big deal
The love that only I feel
This connection that felt so real
That I thought was stronger than steel
But I was wrong
and They would never know..
Cry
I wanna cry but I can't find the tears
Its like they're lost somewhere inside me
I wanna go look for them cause I feel bad
And I believe they will help me feel less sad
For them to come and I will embrace this sorrow
I keep thinking I wan't to borrow You
To make me happy but I don't have a clue
I wish my body would release them but only
when I want them to
Cause If I make a habit of crying
I will feel like dying
I would cry about anything and everything
like a silly painting on a wall
or a beach somewhere abroad
And I don't want people to notice,
I don't want them to care
I Just want you to have that job as well
Help we cry but with tears of joy,
Cause They never come only when
I let you go.
I wanna **** myself maybe
For letting fear become my pride
For not cherishing every moment Im alive
I get upset with me maybe,
For not letting go of the past
For holding on to your memories
And to your goodbyes
I want to flee far from here
To a place I feel comfortable to be myself
Cause Everyday I feel my body decomposing
Cause I dont live up to my expectations
Its killing me inside
Like that time you didn't hold me when I cried.
When you are a kid you never realized the effect your parents have on you
It’s like you’re a reflection of whatever they did
If they succeed, you feel like you have to follow the lead
Is like a curse that you carry on with you until you die
Always wondering why you couldn’t deny those feelings inside
That someday you’ll be like your mom or like your dad
In some cases you don’t want that to be right
You want to change the way they see life
And whatever mistake they did, somehow promise
Yourself you’ll survive
You don’t want to leave them; you don’t want them to die...
But that’s the course of life
You’re afraid of letting them down
Always wanting to please them, so they feel proud
They don’t know how much pressure you feel
Even if it isn’t real
Sometimes you think about your dreams
And if they would agree
They don’t you’re afraid they wont love you anymore
We only wish they’d be happy for us, no matter what road we chose
Is it a matter of destiny or fate?
Is it because the world made it this way?
Is this a consequence I deserve?
If we have old lives, am I paying for lost souls?
Why some people have it great and others don’t
The true mystery of life
Some people say you create your own fate
Is that the same for kids that grow up with aids?
The world is full of injustice
I thought you get what you give
But this feels unreal
Stop giving if you expect to get the same back
It won’t happen like that
Maybe someday we can learn to not expect
Everything and just be grateful for anything
But what do we have to grateful for?
A life we do not own?
That we didn’t ask for?
And we don’t know where it comes from?
I keep telling myself I don't Love
I try to tell myself I don't care
Because the last time I tried, It hurt like hell
I feel like you don't love me, or love means
different things to everyone
But my idea of love is eternal, faithful,
caring and true, and I haven't found that in you
This just leaves me with a sour taste
A confusing waste of time,
Never knowing what truly means to be loved
I guess even when you say so, it feels like a lie
To me love is an action, a verb,
Not a word you throw out when you're bored
It feels like love doesn't exist anymore
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