I walk a thin line
I teeter to both sides
From the lust I feel towards you
To the potential for love that can't be denied
I know it's inappropriate
The way I talk with you
But you get me so frustrated
And I want to see this through
Then when I tried to pry
I guess it came out wrong
You called me beautiful
Which brought the butterflies along
That's not what I wanted
But I don't know if that's true
And these feelings I have
Must be misconstrued
We're only friends
I can't cross that line
Even if it means
That you'll never be mine
I have three sides:
1. The quiet, sweet, and shy side.
2. The fun, loud, and crazy side.
3. The side you never want to see.
I think we all have side Nº 3.
it’s the unwillingness to (stop)
I looked out a window once and saw a good friend and waved.
They didn't wave back.
I kept waving.
They still didn't respond.
I got sad and disheartened.
But little did I know.
That was a one-sided window.
I just feel really bad and not accepted because of my sexuality and many people at my school are homophobic... Anyways have a nice day or night!
One of the most moving photos I have ever seen
was that of a young lady
laid face down on the grave of her
who didn't make back from the Vietnam war
the most heartbreaking picture I've seen but so many like her who lost there loved one for what reason I don't
I was a teenager when the war was shown every day on the news I never understood It and most who lost there lives were not much older than
That picture of that young lady laid on her sweethearts grave and all around her endless white crosses of the fallen have left a lasting Impression on me
And tells me It just goes to show all It takes one little spark before we know it we would be ordered to start killing each other what a sad world we
The most moving photo Ive ever seen a young lady laid on her sweethearts grave surrounded by endless white crosses she lost her loved one to the Vietnam war
her friend had vanished with him. leaving us alone on the couch. cautiously I turned to the blue haired girl. leaning her head back towards me, I wondered what was on her mind. asking and in her response she smiled. "I'm not looking for love or anything, just something to write about". so stupidly I kissed her. and she
broke my nose
This poem is about being used by people who couldn't be honest. A story had floated around my school and people hadn't bothered to ask for her side of the story. Unfortunately she hadn't responded the way she had hoped and ended up losing a part of her
To it ceased,
My folds increased
I cut the folds
Left me deceased
It's my disease
Makes me a beast
My lines of symmetry
Showed my cemmetry
That's not right-
With too many sides
One for everyone
For their delight.
A side for you,
There's enough so feast
I'll be what you want
The least of these
I'm told I don't see your true colors, I see you through rose coloured glasses.
I try to convince them that they don’t know the person I have grown to love.
The only person I’m fooling is myself.