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Tina Frost Oct 2014
Your not like the others, you're different, you're like me. I find myself smiling at simple things and laughing at others for no reason at all, because they make me think of you. Every time I consider being with you I bite my lip holding it all back, knowing whatever comes out of my mouth might ruin are friendship and I don't want to lose you. Unless you feel the same way about me. I find myself thinking about you, about being near you. I feel better when I'm with you; stronger. When I am near you I have that habit of mine, biting my lip and clenching my fist, trying to contain my feelings. Keep myself in control. When I'm not near you I can't help but think of you and wanting, waiting to see you again. I want to be wrapped in your arms feel your warmth. Just be near you. It's like I'm addicted to you, but I don't want to push you away, I can't lose you. People tell these words over and over to the ones they love the most and it's either failed them or made them happier, the words may seem old like you hear them every day, sometimes a lie, sometimes with purpose. But I promise I don't lie and I have a purpose, and I have reasons and there's something inside telling me "I love you" But my mind, my head, my stupid thoughts that I can't abandon tell me to let things stay the way they are, to not push it. I can't handle the pressure I haven't the patience. When I want you the most, when I feel my control, my focus slipping, like my heart is ready to explode and my stomach is bursting with butterflies, I don't go to you. I give us more space than before, I run and hide being more cautious and careful than before. No one must know my secrets. I'll wait for you, which is harder for me than you think. I'll wait even if you don't love me, like I love you... You, they, have no idea how much I want this, how much I need this, how much I need you. I hope the day when I lose control never sees the light.
this poem is about a character for a story i made up of a girl that falls in love with a guy that would die for her and she for him. But she is to lost in her own thoughts and judges herself to much and can't understand or make up her mind. She basically has to fight herself for love. why? well I haven't finished the story yet so...
Tina Frost Oct 2014
Was I destined to help others with their hopes and dreams, help them succeed, pick them up when they fall. Who is to help me, to set away their needs and wants, to save me. I think it is you. You are the one will catch me when i'm about to burn out. The cure I need before I pass. You are the one I have been waiting for. Though I don't know if you realize it yet, but I can feel it. It is here in my soul in my heart, trying to reach my head so I can go to you with out thinking I am doomed to fail, that my hopes and dreams of you are not lies my heart is feeding me. Are you the one? Who will save me from myself?
Tina Frost Sep 2014
Fear will catch you , it gets to everyone.
Fear never fails, it will find a way.
Fear can control you, if you let it.
Fear is the shadows that follow you, wherever you go.

Fear is the monster under your bed, in your room.
Fear is always watching you, waiting in the dark.
Fear will swallow your soul.
Don’t let it near you.
Don’t let it become you.
You control your fears.
bored again
Tina Frost Sep 2014
Different, demented, and  dark on the outside.
You hide you light, locked up tight inside.
You won’t let anyone read you,
because you think they would all fear you.
Even though you meant to be evil.
You try to step into the light,
where everyone can see you.
Despite what you might become,
you do whatever you can to do good.
You don’t follow the path,
you find a different road.
The road you want to go down,
not the path you were born to ride.
You spit in the eyes of destiny,
any run a way in fear of yourself,
hiding from it all.
Thinking to yourself that you have no choice.
That you would do those terrible things.
You think that you might be the sinner,
and not the saint.
bored
Tina Frost Sep 2014
Her
Time is something she never has
Innocent is all she is
Never meant to hide in the dark
Always acting like she’s fine

Laughing the pain away
Yelling at herself in her dreams
Never going to tell a soul
Nothing she can’t handle

For she is the one
Rescuing everything but herself
Owning her mind
Stops
Thinking about it. It is torture
i got bored and this is for class but its way to personal so no

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