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Norah May 2015
Not one but many,
Only few would differ,
Right about all,
And yet wrong about many,
Hopeful to be what you once believed to be ordinary.
Norah Oct 2014
My actions were ones of fury,
Yet they were frank and honest,
That time I asked you to leave it alone,
You kept pressing on it,
Your stubborn head wanted answers,
While I waited for my boiling blood to be chilled,
I wanted nothing but to be there for you,
But you were so against the idea of it,
As if I were to turn left,
You would've snapped my neck,
I don't want to be an enemy but you've made me leap into the breach,
Now I stand,
With a pile of paper and pens,
Wondering if what I did was an act of fury or integrity,
I don't feel remorse,
But I do feel sorrow,
To what I have yet to know,
And I wish for you the best,
But then again I wonder if I do,
You'll twist my words,
To ones of falsification,
And I find myself wonder if I even bother,
To give you a fraction of time,
After all,
You threw me out the window,
As if I was a piece of paper that's redundant,
And I'm left with a song of words unspoken.
Norah May 2014
I'm always a substandard girl to you,
I'm not always going to be what you want me to be,
I'm average,
You want perfect,
I **** up,
I **** up so bad that the gods would cry,
And you won't accept that,
It simply isn't acceptable to you,
But when I **** up,
When I do all these mistakes
I learn,
Better than your words can ever teach me,
And I try,
I really do,
To be less substandard than you think of me,
But I don't think it'll ever be good enough,
To you I'm inadequate,
And for that I shall forever be miserable.
Norah Mar 2014
They bring me down,
I'm sad,
They bring me down more,
I smile,
They rib my heart out,
I smile wider,
They **** me,
I stop breathing
with a smile on my face.
Norah Feb 2014
Between life and death stands our destiny.
You're not allowed to be a part of the life nor the death,
But you're allowed to watch as I throw myself from left to right.
Norah Feb 2014
A photograph left to rot,
A memory left With no one to cherish,
A symphony of broken dreams played,
And a girl in a rotten cave was left to be.
Norah Feb 2014
I breathe in,
And I breathe out,
I make you see the girl you want.
I breathe in,
And I breathe out,
This girl you wanted is six feet under the ground.
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