Rolling ball in a football court, passing from one to other
Fouling some with dribbling skill, bouncing well, flying slow and fast
Ball of time, oh! passing by, hit at time will celebrate best.
Hit & run..
It only takes one to be over the limit.
life has its tricks,
sometimes, it’ll hit you with bricks,
but even if I crack, I’m still me.
Just because I’m broken,
doesn’t mean there’s anything to fix.
I just need some help to find myself. Not to create someone else.
I hit the ground, but it wasn’t slowly.
It was sudden and the absence of love had crushed my lungs.
You stole the air right out of me so that you could breathe.
Ripped me apart and claimed it would set me free.
And as I laid there with broken bones and bruised ribs, I realized that this is what falling out of love looks like.
This poem is about that feeling of waking up one day and realizing you are no longer in love with your partner. I hope you enjoy and leave any comments for feedback.❤️❤️
I mean, what did you expect?
To hit me, time and time again,
then for me to feel respect?
That’s just stupid,
as am I
for not realizing you were sooner,
only now, saying goodbye.
But it’s okay,
because I’ve learnt from my mistake
and you were my biggest one,
and the only I will ever make
I've had enough.
You never know what reality
It was a joke
he didn’t mean to lift his hand
he didn’t mean to bring it down
he didn’t mean to raise it a second time
he didn’t mean to commit a second crime.
He didn’t mean it.
But if everyone got pardoned
for the things they said and did without meaning,
everyone would hit
and no one would mean it.
Again, actions speak louder than words, and ironically, that is because you can't say them.
Trust the first fist,
not the apology that comes after when the deed is already done.
The butterfly lay on the ground
Fluttering and screaming
Someone had hit it
With their big machines
Knocking it to the ground
With her babies nearby
Someone with no heart
Someone who took no pride in life
She couldn’t tell me her pleas
I couldn’t understand her agony
She was in pain I could see
Distressed little one
Delicate we had to be
Got her wings straight
She will fly again
Hope she repairs fully
She looks worn but still pretty
How could anyone just leave it
Still alive or not
From here or not
Rich or not
Speaking the same tongue or not
Is the conscience dead
Or are some just not born with one?
Hit and run drivers have no conscience We witnessed one last night of a car hitting a woman and speeding off.
It just keeps happening
I can hit the pause button as hard as I want
But it just keeps on repeating
I should be a sleep