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Sunshine Mar 20
the other day i think i broke someone's heart
kissed another outside in the rain
holding hands in the back of the car
dancing my cares away at the party
while he watched me spiral into someone's arms
wrapped tightly
i invested everything into myself
i invested everything into someone else
should have listened when he said he loved me
should have listened when they said he was lying
broke all my feelings
he loves like he doesn't care about tomorrow
he looks at me like im the only girl in the room
and i can't get myself out of this problem now
overthinking about why i did what i did
him wrapping his fingers over mine
my arms around another's waist
a drunk kiss i can't quite piece together
whatever happened i know it was a moment in time
a moment shared by another moment of too much tequila
the other day i think i broke my own heart
kissed someone out in the rain
holding another's hands in the back of a car
dancing till i felt nothing but the air around me
not realizing he was watching me spiral into someone's arms
wrapped tightly
i hope you read this and know i still care about you
i hope you don't read this and know what i did was just a moment

xoxo
-sunshine
One
advantage of
talking to yourself
is that
you know at least
somebody's listening.
:)  Yes, I talk to myself. Sometimes I need expert advice!  :)
Yenson Dec 2018
These little things with their little things
( aptly, like pigs in blankets )
sit in their little worlds with little minds
With little senses and little knowledge
they look at all things with little perceptions
and little understanding
cocooned in their little lives with little desired
and little expected

which means

A lot of time for self loathing, a lot of time frustrated
A lot of time depressed, a lot of time unfulfilled,
a lot of time for mischief, a lot of time for hating
a lot of time deluded. a lot of time wasted nursing delusions
a lot of time fantasizing writing deluded *******,
a lot of time projecting their ignorance and in pain
a lot of time for anger, a lot of time for mediocrity
a lot of time for distraction, a lot of time to be nothing
but totally and completely foolish and repulsive

but

Spare a thought for ignorance is bliss
and misery needs company
how can the unloved want others to love
why would a little one wish to know a magnum is in action
why would the frustrated ******* want others to scream in
******* throes
why would little damaged things want happiness for others
why would restless frenzied things want peace and goodwill
when they are just little things with Ninety nine problems
and ******* helps hide their twitching

These little things, with their little minds
and their little lives
         poor pathetic little things .........
“With ignorance comes fear – from fear comes bigotry
“People who love themselves, don’t hurt other people. The more we hate ourselves, the more we want others to suffer.”
“You have enemies? Good. That means you’ve stood up for something sometime in your life.”
To illume the earth,
The sun has to be burnt.
This instance is known,
So I too learnt.

That I shall be scorching,
When you would leave.
Infact, I would be hindered,
But bestow my wish to relieve.

Thinking how would be the eve?
When my eyes would have tears,
And no vigour in my sleeve.

Then a liquid which is ignobly famed,
Would be complice of mine.
Would console my heart in this way,
So I can weep and whine.
This poem depicts the presumption of the poet's mood at the time of departure of his beloved for forever.
Last night, dreaming of you,
To me, my heart informed.
That your lips are so good,
For a french kiss to be performed.

In the very enigmatic dream,
You appeared as a doll of wax.
There was nothing but a scene,
We were clinging to the wall of ***.
Broken heart poem
I woke up early in the morrow
Due to clamor in my head.
I was distressed, gooey and restless,
It was the illation of what she said.

She said that she couldn't be with me,
The reasons were painful and dolorous to me
Burning in the flame of the anguish and parting.
Obligate enough was me, as she departing.

O lord ! How should I tell her, my sufferings?
She has been my passion, soul and other things.
You form match, It is saith,
So make her in my faith.

Else show me the way, how to forget her?
But think about me also, doest it better?
If this err you did, I won't spare myself,
If I manage some how, but what will happen to my elf?
Broken heart poem
cliffs have wept
one
of
mine
teardops
caved
an
wedge
from my depths
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time
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NMarieL Feb 2015
You knew me once as someone else,
she needed to take a break.
Life was hitting her a bit to hard,
So this is for her own sake.

A shell she now has,
tough as steel and rock.
No feelings shall hurt her,
no more will they mock.

She cared way to much,
and loved way to hard.
Her heart was always breaking,
Forever torn and scarred.

Nothing can touch her now,
I am blocking the way.
She is gone into hiding,
and I am here to stay.

— The End —