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Kim Trojel Mar 2014
I just ******* love you
But I don't know how to tell
Words don't seem to work

I call myself a writer
But sentences get stumbled
And stories are even worse

I wanna write and write
About the beauty you posess
And the way you light my day

Maybe then you'd see
How much you are worth
And that all will be okay

But even though I try
The way my words can sound
Will never be alright

They can never ever
Be as beautiful as you
Or even half as bright

'Cause the sun is in your eyes
And my words are only stars
Lost in galaxies of mess

And your lips are made of silk
But my own get tagled up
With all these words I can't confess
Kim Trojel Mar 2014
Terror truly terrible
Homesickness haunting the homeless
Fear fighting forward
Shaking, sickening sadness

My body is out of balance
My mind is even madder
My heart is hauling with horror
Even the echo can't explain

Fight, fight, fight
Stay, stay, stay
Run, run, run
Away, away, away
I'm going to Germany tomorrow with my classmates, and I'm absolutely terrified, so this poem came to me.
Kim Trojel Mar 2014
My veins are inside-out
Blood's not of importance
All this slicing doubt
With the metal in accordance

Things are out of hand
I'm all washed up in red
Too lost to understand
I might at well be...

"Miss? Can you hear me?"

He said my luck was with me
But would he mind to ascertain
He would find, the things, I see
Would make most people go insane
I would like people to keep in mind that this is NOT in fact a suicide note, and I do NOT wish to **** myself! I do, though, understand how it could be mistaken to be my actual goodbye, and therefore I would just like to clear out that I'm a fighter, and I'm over being suicidal!
Kim Trojel Mar 2014
I have lied a lot
But believe me when I say
This is the first time
I ever lie your way

I trust you
I love you
I need you


I have lied a lot
Never one for you
But maybe just this time
Is the start of something new
Kim Trojel Mar 2014
There's a woman in the mirror
There's a child inside my heart
I wanna scream out my misery
I wanna rip it all apart

So here I am crying
For my home fell to the ground
Though the house is still standing
The heart is nowhere to be found

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