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 Mar 2015 Paridhi Sharma
Tori O
I wonder what you'd think,
If you saw me when I cry,
When I cry over the past,
The past you left to die.

I wonder how you'd feel,
If you witnessed my deepest thought,
My thought of why you left me,
Why you left me here to rot.
Wrote this a while ago, a bit depressing but I was just expressing and trying to work through the raw emotions that I was feeling.
I found you when I was miserable,
or maybe just alone and bored.
The way I found you was unexpectable,
or maybe just unbelievable.

I know I may not have the chance,
to meet you and tell you
that I love you.

I know we live a lot of miles away,
but that doesn't make me stop loving you.

But I believe in dreams,
and I know I would make my dream true.
I know I would hug you,
and that would be the best day of my life.

(m.v.a)
The society we live in has differed and changed
No matter how we try we never shall stray
The matter of peace is no more up for discussion
The outcome is utter disruption
The period of talking has expired
The time comes of execution
And there shall never be any resolution...
#A world without peace
My heart is broken once again.
You keep leaving me,
leaving myself to slowly fall into despair.

Here I lay, in my bed,
Thinking if you will come back.
I wait and wait, but the result is nothing.

All I did was leave for two minutes.
I return,
But you leave for hours.

If this is how it is now,
When I leave for an hour,
Will you leave for eternity?

I cannot handle this hurt.
The abandonment by my own love,
Makes my chest throb in pain.

Should I trust you and give you a third chance,
Or should I free myself from the cruelty,
But mourn over my loss of you?
Something similar that happened to me inspired me to write this.
A lot of my poems have been quite sad so far hasn't it?
True translucent sphares ascending down upon me
Amongst this chaotic mess
The beauty slanted & warping in time

Cascade your light on those who need it
For I am too far to find
At home in the darkness with all it's little creatures
Please
Don't leave me to my own dimise

I'm not lost
No need for pitty
Simply
Knowing
So don't pull back my shades to where I feel most at home
The lily has a smooth stalk,
  Will never hurt your hand;
But the rose upon her brier
  Is lady of the land.

There's sweetness in an apple tree,
  And profit in the corn;
But lady of all beauty
  Is a rose upon a thorn.

When with moss and honey
  She tips her bending brier,
And half unfolds her glowing heart,
  She sets the world on fire.
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