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SANA 4h
do others always define of who i am??
SANA 19h
WHY DO I ALWAYS FEEL THIS EMPTINESS INSIDE ME
EVEN TOUGH I MADE SURE I AM FULL FOR THE OTHERS
SANA 2d
why do i always get hurt ??
cause u expect the same effort from them
and they don't do that
Malia 3d
𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯
I thought this was a cool format. apologies for the hiatus :)
Bea Rae 4d
When will I be free

From his grasp and his control

What will it cost me
One time I saw an intricate bouquet of blue roses by the garbage room
I wonder how many other roses have been thrown out
Because of our human tendency to hope, to love
Or to hurt, with or without meaning to
It could have been a couple fighting
A rejected somebody
Someone who simply hated blue roses
A frustrated florist
These are stories I will never know
SANA 5d
S.H
" I AM IMMORTAL
BUT U KILLED ME "
AE 6d
All these weighted apologies spill
from my hands onto the wintered ground
There are moments in the day
when all the quiet burns
and the smoke inhabits these walls
but the possession of this rain
is never enough to wash out these lungs
or dilute this volatile pain
I was never good at speaking
always shied away from crowds
you were never one to stay quiet
always ran toward the loud
A cycle of oscillating seasons
I'm too in love with hating the cold
and far too familiar with the sound of rain but these birds, they're always calling
to new mornings and a sky of gold
and you sit here, waiting to hear your name as I clean up all the spills
from these weighted apologies
and pails of winter rain
A poem is like a tickle,
it gives both joy and pain:
with blissful tears and tearful giggles,
you'll read that poem again.

A poem is like a damaged heart in need of surgery:
a cut that heals,
a line that leaves a scar
along your heart.

Francie Lynch
From his portrait on HelloPoetry.com
https://hellopoetry.com/francie-lynch/
My thanks to Francie Lynch. This is actually his poets portrait on his pages on this website. Posted without his permission.

https://hellopoetry.com/francie-lynch/
Bea Rae 6d
One day I might lose

To the hidden thoughts floating

Deep inside my head
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