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"crapiness" poems
The mind is a confusing maze While I’m in it I’m in despair But without it I’m left in a daze I miss him But why? But how? I felt trapped Like a bird In a cage And now I want him But do I? This confusion is sparking a rage. I am happy I am balanced And yet my brain cannot release him He has my heart gripped with his tallons. I cry while my brows furrow I want to curl up in darkness and burrow To hide from the conflict of my mind And somehow come to find The answer I know is true And yet the lies of my pain renew Leaving me senseless and still, confused. I have found someone new Who fills my heart with joy and woo. If only it was enough to block out the past Yet somehow I am weak to the thought of my last. I know that door should remain closed For I was not free and this is the path that I chose; It is one that will lead to more happiness And release me from a possessive crapiness. That was my life with him I now have everything I want and more And yet somehow I am longing for What once was and what should not be For I am who I am, and I need to be strong to stay free.
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Aug 9, 2018
Aug 9, 2018 at 3:36 AM UTC
Helpless Confusion
What is love? No one yet everyone knows Is it pretty like a white dove Or harmful like an overdose It can be the most amazing thing Yet can make you feel worse than dying It can make you feel happier than a king Or you might end the night crying You might love one with everything Yet not moving a stone The pain of what love can't bring Will make you moan. Love is when you know it doesn't matter What anyone thinks It can make your self respect shatter Just like strong drinks Love is when you keep the fake smile Because the tears will **** things up Love is going the extra mile Just so that you can break up? Give me the chance To live without love And I will give no glance This ****** life I will shove God made happiness Named it love Satan made crapiness Also named it love Our whole time we roam Wondering which is which And we come back home Realizing happiness is as rare as the snitch.
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Sep 11, 2016
Sep 11, 2016 at 7:26 AM UTC
What is love?