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V liv Nov 2018
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I'm a user.
I hurt people.
I play with people.
They aren't toys to be held.
They aren't games to be played.
They do have feelings.
I am worth having feelings for .
It isn't just a joke.
Not everyone is out to get me.
Why can't I understand that.
I hold respect in my soul.
For women who are gifts and also many other things...
Strength
Friendship
True care
Honest...
Intelligent
They know what they want...
So I hardly disrespect a miracle.. a gift
through being shallow and *****...I never taunt
I never try and be the power of any relations with a lady
I wish to win her heart through my inner heart shining through
No one earns a gift of such a beauty
without staying honest, clear, and supportive. Never shady
Although I might show attraction and also interest in her...
I slowly understand and grow to know her

For if I am ideal for such a miracle. She shall stay near me
grow with me
Show her interest in the most beautiful of ways
As we slowly win each other's hearts


Their is never any doubt
As we look into each other's eyes
spending every moment we can, together

Enjoying the bond in which it starts.


The miracle comes as she notices more than my looks
and sees into my eyes and true patterns of communication

As I see into hers and feel a mutual energy
drawing us together
to enjoy each other's companionship
Forever.
Özcan Sh Oct 2018
A fiery fake smile
Enchanted me
It felt wonderful
But only for a short time

Her helping hand
Grabbed my hand
Took my heart and
Threw on the floor

Again and again
I felt pain

She played a game
A game that brought my heart
To a mosaic art

I let her go
Saw her fake smile disappear
And began to miss me

She saw my mosaic in my heart
Fell in love with the broken art
The whole fire in her
Brought my heart into pieces

The fire turned to water
Saw how she fell on the knees
And tears fell out of her eyes

She was injured
Her heart was full of scars

She was a toy just like me
They took her heart and played
-The fiery game

She believed that someone
Would take care of her heart
Still they used her heart as a toy

She was alone in the dark
Nobodys help her indside
And never saw the light

I could read her story in her eyes
I want to see her smiling and not crying

I took her broken heart
Glued with my parts
To be in one art

Her eyes shone love
A smile rises like the sun
And her heart began to pump

She rushed in my arms
Layed her head on my chest
And we fell in love

Even if she hurt me
Her pain was more painful for me.
Poetic T Aug 2018
Sullen woes are collected between
            the instrumental vows that crave tears.
With each key that speaks beyond
                                        the hearing of emotion.

We all listen deeply to the last cord,
             played and realize
               that there is more than us.

And within every  reflection,
          we see were all but systematic keys
          being played
through life's chorus of finite moments.

And were never going to play the same cord twice.
adept Jul 2018
little did i know that
my past would repeat itself
with the people i love the most
playing the parts of those
who were the most evil.
manipulation is, and will always be, my worst enemy and most feared concept
Cana Jun 2018
Spoilt little *****
Demanding this and demanding that.
Take advantage of a situation.
Make the unexpected the norm.
Care the alms, care the hand,
for arms and hands are what you'll lose.
Benevolence and generosity
are treated as weaknesses, flawed characters being nice.
Smiles are kind, faces glowing, eyes, testing.
Be clear of your intent of kindness.
Once off, no expectations.
I'm ******* angry at this horse ****!
Note to self
hannah May 2018
I guess what you give is what you get
I didn’t realise what it felt until I got what I deserved
Tossed out like trash I am
Abandoned by my best friend just like the horrible friend I am
Rejected like the Reject I am
Played with like the player I am
Life dies in front of me into a puddle of understanding and feeling sorry for what I put other people into……..
Secret Garden May 2018
Why do you feel like I'm not worth your time
I stare out my window and watch the sun rise
You're living your life and that's okay
I just wonder if you know how much my heart aches
I wonder if you know it's hard to sleep some nights
Rushing thoughts of you just won't leave my mind
Memory of us laying side by side
My eyes start to burn I can't stop crying
My head was on your chest and you held me tight
I wonder if you ever think about that night.
I wonder if you miss me in your arms
I wonder if your goal was to cause me harm
I can never seem to find you, when you come you never stay
You throw away my love that's one thing I really hate
Putting out a fire fought hard once before
It's sad to say, I know, my love, you'll always ignore.
This came to me sequentially as I thought about a love that won't be returned
Meaby Pom May 2018
I was played like A broken record.
Same excuse, same routine, a new measure.
My life changed, yes
For the better.
Because through the mess, I met her.
Written out like a long letter.
Shipped out, A short cryptic message
That I had sent her.
'You deserve the world, more than what he can give you, just believe me when I say you can do better.'
Pieces of the confusing story of how I met the love of my life, through others cheating I had found the woman of my dreams.
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