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Ananya zootz Jun 2015
The time sways
Forth and back
Through the light
Happiness shines
Smiling bright
Everything that felt fine
Now are crowded in a sack
Closed, taped, not my way
It kills me,little slow deaths
To have them go with
A part of me alive
Why do the cure of emptyness
Has to have an end
Left with that painless ache
That creates a hole deep in pain
A member lost in my chaos
Returned by their ignorance
In the place which thy fitted
Now asks for coverage
It can't even be masked
For they cutted it broad and wide
It kills me,little slow deaths
To have them go
With a part of me alive.
That they never feel
How my elated heart smiled
When their smiles were around
They never cared for what
I gave up in the flick of eyes
Mesmerised by the sunkissed times
All they did was,
Find the ink to my page
And filled me up with their
Promising words
All they did then was
Give up on me
When they found that
I was filled up to brimm
So they took away me from me
With some that belonged there's
And with some that I never cared.
All they did was left me bereft.
I felt devastated for I actually pass the words I say. I have lost the shine of my daylight, life is there with its usual casualties, but those aren't who brightened the night.
Melinda Éva Jun 2015
My heart always forgives
but my mind never forgets
The past and the present
are filed inside my head
so I can refer to them
in the imminent future
just incase my heart
gets lost in a suitor
There are always choices to make and consequences to be had.
Lauren Leal Jun 2015
I* am drowning
     my love
                    No frowning
                                I forgive *
you
Randoms
SMILEY Jun 2015
They think theyre the best
The nit-pick my ****-ups
They must be looking in a broken mirror
So what I talk to that cute boy
So what I talk to all the other ones too
I could have friends
So leave me be
Let me be pretty without a price
But then youd be a lie
Youd be more fake than you are now
Youd have to get your own business to speak of
Youd have to find something else to look at
And your mind power is too weak
Too pathetic to keep to yourself
And stay out of my life
But just try, honey
It cant be too hard!
Just layer more paint on your face
We'll be alright
Nirvana Jun 2015
I wonder why i live
and add to my grieve
I wonder why i think of you
it always hurts & that i knew

I wonder if you remember me
as i remember about thee
I wonder if she ever notice me
here I'm dying can't you see

I wonder if she ever look for me
as i keep looking for thee
I wonder if for her i ever exist
yet she's the one for i persist

I wonder if the smile on her face
is only for me or it has got a constant pace
I wonder if she loves talking to me
here my cheek are aching when I talk to thee

I wonder if you will ever love me
but  i'll never forget thee
I wonder if she's happy with me nearby
or should i let her go for (a happy) life of thy

I wonder why i prove myself
I wonder why i hate myself
I wonder do i even respect myself
I feel I've lose myself
for someone who could never be mine…
I WONDER!!! That's simply me....
Tanner C Jan 2015
Forgiveness...
Such an easy thing to most people,
Yet so difficult to others.
It can be a Blessing to some,
But a Curse to most.
Why should we forgive?
Why?
Because sometimes,
It's not just them that needs closure.
Without forgiveness,
We would be eaten up inside.
With Guilt, Heartache, and Remorse.
Forgiveness is the most oldest form of Mercy, not just for them,
But for Ourselves.
Because holding all that Hatred and Pain inside
Will **** you.
So Love more,
Hate Less,
And
Forgive often.
Because Life is not worth living If
Your Head is clouded with Self Doubt.
Rockie May 2015
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, ok?
I'm sorry that I acted that way.
I acted irrationally,
Because I thought it was you I should've hated.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!
It probably doesn't mean that much.
But I mean it with all of my stubborn, ******* heart.
Will you ever forgive me?
Please?
I'm so, so sorry. You probably won't ever understand why I acted that way. Neither can I.
Nessa dieR May 2015
Her nearest source of warmth
Was that one of solitude.
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