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 Oct 2017 Carly
Elle H
What do you expect?
For me to sit here and say, “I love you”
When you don’t even do the same.
You don’t treat me like you used to.
So please, I beg of you,
Do Not Hate Me.
Do not hate me when I love someone else.
Do not hate me when I tell them I adore them with all my heart.
Do not hate me when they’re the one I think about constantly.
Do not hate me for falling out of love with you.
I stay because I fear breaking your heart, breaking the promise that I’d love you forever.
You don’t even bat an eye at me,
So forgive me when I love someone who loves me too.
i always say that i'll be strong enough to leave you one day
but tell me
how can a flower
live without rain?
*heavy sighs*
 Oct 2017 Carly
Seema
When the other is a cheat
And you are not
Everytime they meet
They think they won't be caught

Hush now and feel the tears
Of the one you are cheating
Losing you, acts like fears
To them, whom you avoiding

Don't do such deeds
As what goes around, comes around
Fulfilling your ***** needs
Then kneeling on the ground

Praying on the loss of the loved ones
It would be too late then
For they will be gone for months
And may never ever return...


©sim
 Oct 2017 Carly
deatheater
stay
 Oct 2017 Carly
deatheater
I was there for you when no one else was
I chose you when no one else did
But now you’re throwing me away with all the memories we make
 Oct 2017 Carly
Fox Friend
They say everything happens for a reason
to deny that would be against the very soul;
an act of high treason
Beautiful People do not just appear
we understand the purpose of burdens
being so heavy and near
affliction will come and go,
even though timing can sometimes be unclear
it is important to remember that adversity lingers
to strengthen us throughout each and every season
It's 4am and I wanted to write a poem that isn't free verse, soooo... This.
 Oct 2017 Carly
Marya0324
There are days when I drown in emotion
When I bleed it out, with words on a sheet
The pain, the grief, the anger or envy
Regret, heartbreak, hatred till I'm replete.

So then I decide not to write again-
I don't want to swim in self-pity.
But I break; I cannot stop! How could I?
Poems bring out light when life is ******.

My words may be crude, they're surely broken,
With no rhythm, rhyme, or sense, many a time.
Yet they weave a thread that guides me ahead,
That holds me aloft when I cease to climb.
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