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A flower so beautiful
Yet so brittle
A rare possibility.
Growing spontaneously
In a garden of engenuity
Where everything is
So complex..
Each new bloom
Is more diverse
Than next
The garden now seen..
From a place
Where everything
Is exaclty the same..
Where the rose
Is suspected
As just a flower
With the ability
Of love
No sense of devour
And as ignorant
As those
As the "ability"
To judge..
Love
As a meaningless..
Possibility
Than those who see..
Only a garden of snakes..
Will never dine
In the peasants inn
Of heritage and courage
Because he who sees
Only a flower
As a plant..
Is as ignorant as..
Those self dignified
To sign loans and
Grants..
What if the flower
Is more than we see
What if trapped inside
The mind of a person..
Not recognized
By society..
The flower is more
Than we can identify...
Just don't forget..
Your opinion..
Can brittlize..
The fragments of
What's left of it..
Because in the end...
Even love
Calls quits
You died, By Suicide
And I cried,
and cried and cried.
Inside, Part of me died
Cos you lied,
and lied and lied.
You’re gone, and I’m the one
To suffer on,
and on and on.
Why, Why? You had to lie?
Chose to die?
Oh why Oh why?
You knew, I loved you
So why you?
Why you? Why you?
I try to understand why
But I cry,
and cry and cry.
Heart break, a pain that makes
My soul ache,
and ache and ache.
You knew, what I’d go through
You had to!
**** you! **** you!
Sorry, but you hurt me
Needlessly,
badly, sadly.
Guilty and so angry
You left me
lonely, empty.
Someday, the hurt just may
Go away,
I pray and pray.
Love you, will always do
Forgive you?
That’s hard to do!
A writer
is someone with an old soul,
a young heart,
and a timeless mind.

-*D.C.
I know I'm not good enough for you
It's cause you're amazing
everyone one loves a talented, intelligent, beautiful girl
I'm barely scratching the edge of just ok
"She could do so much better"
Something I hear in my head
the soundtrack stuck on repeat
"She's too good for you"
I whisper to myself.

"You're never going to be good enough"
I know.
Help me
help me
help me
Help me be good enough.

"You're hopeless"
I know

"And she is hope"

*I know
*hides under rock*
To the girl I love
you're precious to me
the smile you show me
the laughs we have

It was painful to see
how you looked at him
the way I looked at you
and so I said my feelings for you

Though I said what was in my heart
Why has nothing change?
everything and everyone is the same
It hurts. it hurts. it hurts.

Our friends know what I feel
yet they choose to hurt me
involving you with other men
pushing you away from me

taking you away
pulling us apart
I hate it!
It hurts!

All the happiness I was expecting
it's having its darkest turn
perhaps this is what I get
perhaps I was not right for you


Your touch, your voice.
Your warmth, your smile.
And I want you
I need you
I love you
Let me just release some anger pls... don't hate
The only thing worse than being hurt is knowing you are hurting someone else
Chancellor
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