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CM Lee Jan 2019
Remember when we were happy?
When we weren’t afraid of anything
When all we could lose was you and me
We weren’t scared and it was everything

My hair was short and yours was long
Now things have changed
We don’t know where we belong
We’re lost and seems like there’s no end

You hair’s now short and mine is long
Now, things are still the same
We still don’t know where we belong
We’re older and maybe a little insane

We might never meet again
We might never find our way home
But that will never ever mean
The moon never tried to chase the sun
silvervi Jan 2019
To lose yourself
Is scary

As not to know
The way

You see a million directions
And you're afraid to choose

You're overanalyzing
Lose touch to any feeling

You're transparent like a ghost
There's no sense in your existence

You see no sense at all.

Like a trombone
The sound of pain in mind
Your brain gets hurt
You're stuck

Can barely breath
Why breath at all?
If you're a ghost

You're scaring, hurting others.
What a shame.

Who will be ever able to love you?
It mustnt be true, it must be a game.
It's a process though. In darkness you can see the light even better, even if it's a tiny spot somewhere far away. Keep holding on to it.
amber Jan 2019
what if i hurt you?
i'm past wondering if you'll hurt me, i no longer mind.

but i'm volatile
sometimes i don't know what i'm doing
sometimes i don't know what i'm thinking
and sometimes i can't act the way i want to

you say you don't mind
you say it doesn't matter and i'm still what you want

but what if it's inevitable
and we're just building this up to break?
Haylin Jan 2019
At least say something.
Please don't leave without saying
anything.
It causes me pain that you won't have to
witness.
But don't make me wonder,
Did I do something wrong?
underestimated Jan 2019
I did it and I like it
And for once I'm not afraid of what people think
I love it...
Carlyy Jan 2019
I hear the cry in your eyes
I feel your longing for peace

Am I as helpless as I fear you think I am?
If three syllables could move this mountain,

I’d scream it out loud,
mending our wounds,

Yours a worried soul,
Mine a unsettled heart.


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With a heavy heart, I sit here next to my grandmother, as she doesn’t want to be where she is now.
Locked up behind bars like a criminal; cut off from society.
It seems as though this little birdy has forgotten how to fly; for this cruel world has clipped its wings and stripped away all joy — claimed as a pet, chained to a tree, trapped in a cage for everyone to see. Leading life in solitude has become the norm, but this little birdy can't help but long for something more.
Gale L Mccoy Jan 2019
I think I'm afraid of being too honest
said the poet to their poetry
oh, don't worry
says the poetry
they only see a mirror
between the lines
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