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 Sep 2015 Marci Ace
rose14195
Im not a poet
because when lives are on the line
i can't twist words to say what i mean
im not a poet
love is a foreign term too me
i still can't use metaphor too display how i feel when he's with me
im not a poet
all the words i have ever spoken
ive thought a thousand times over
there's too many words i have left lieing on my lips
im not a poet
self expression is still an alien weird to me
how can i express myself when i don't know who I am
im not a poet
and yet
*im still here
 Sep 2015 Marci Ace
Li
the girl in the mirror
looks tired
her eyes are emotionless
she looks weak
and she has scars
she can't hide

the girl in the mirror
tried to smile
with her very pale lips
and dead brown eyes

thinking maybe she'd be fine
maybe they won't know
maybe they won't notice
the tears from last night
maybe she can go on with life
and pretend to be alright

or maybe someone
can break the mirror
so she can stop looking at herself
so it can stop eating her soul

maybe someone can break the mirror
someone who will hold her close
and say
darling, you don't need to do this
you don't need to be alone
my arms are always open
to welcome you home.


she needs someone.
 Sep 2015 Marci Ace
Aroody
We sat to talk me and my heart,  
We had a chat, about you it was,  
How your absence was so hard,  
Why did you leave? What was the cause?

We sat talking about loving you,  
That as soon as you left I did turn blue,  
My heart was helpless it had no clue ,

Suddenly the brain stepped in and said,  
Talking in a mocking way saying I told you so...
Once again brain was right,
But me and heart we lost light,  
It's hard to admit that brain was right again,


Do comeback please...
Come prove brain wrong....
Me and my heart patiently wait....
Comeback and prove Brain wrong
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