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Rossyam Hadi Jul 2020
Maybe the road
was too twisted,
or could it be the ride
that is too bumpy
for us
to hold on to?

We made promises
that are meant
to be broken,
we made love
that was not
passionate enough.

I thought you
were my forever,
but you turned out
to be my hardest goodbyes,
I will miss your
morning and night wishes.

I can’t find
a way to you,
you are the home
that I will never
come back to.
#AlmostHome talks about a place/person that we will never come back to.
Kayla universe Jul 2020
CRY
But they never knew the silence was her cry for help.
Often times, I struggle with depression and I am not very open about it with my friends and family. It is in the words that I don’t speak that I ask for help. Can anyone relate? Enjoy and comment down below❤️❤️
Savio Fonseca Jun 2020
As I waited for Her Words,
I wrote a Song for the Birds.
Lying down on My Lawn,
I searched for Words in the Sky.
The Words came Tumbling,
As the Clouds went passing By.
Words are Innocent,
As Innocent as they can Be.
But when harshly Spoken,
they sting U like a Bee.
Words give U Freedom.
Words push U High.
Words can bring U Down,
That's when U begin to Cry.
With a speechless Voice,
that's sourer than Curds.
My body is filled with Melody
and I'm on the hunt for Words.
Kamilla Jun 2020
Regret eats away at the mind,
As guilt eats away at the heart.
Kamilla Jun 2020
“Is anyone listening?” Cried my conscience
Teary-eyed and locked away at the back of my mind
Staring in horror,
At the disgraceful scene laid out before her
“No feelings, no right… no consent.” She screams
Clawing at the darkness,
Unable to speak through to me
“Is anyone listening?” It was my turn to cry
Teary-eyed, locking myself away in my mind
What causes more pain, regret or guilt?
N Jun 2020
In the midst of her loneliness,
she sings a song of agony,
but no one is around to hear it

Her voice fades away in the cold air;
as she sinks slowly into the darkness
that surrounds her anguished heart
N Jun 2020
I wish to exhale every painful memory,
and wash it away with my salty tears

But my tears had stopped
shedding when I learned
how to bleed instead of cry

Mother,
don’t fright when you
see my blood on the floor,
I was only crying
aspen wilde Jun 2020
pretty tears guard my eyes
little jets of rainbows shoot when they fall
everything glistens, my face glows
crying is elegant they say.

fire burns my eyeballs
the hot lava turning my cheeks red
the world becomes icy, repelled by the heat
no, crying is raw.
Jennifer Herbert Jun 2020
He caught the glitter running down her cheek
Kissed away the rain
Her twinkle a fading star
He wanted to siphon the pain

Ready to move mountains
He would lasso the moon
Water an entire forest
To see his wildflower bloom
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