Steve Page Aug 1
I'm completely honest but I'm not completely true
I'm true to my heart but not always true to you
Some of my words will reflect much of what I feel
while you'll find that other lines are more contrived to conceal
You see a poet can use their words to bear their deepest feeling
but look again and you may see something deeper redder bleeding
Read again between the lines of the fresher tender cuts
and brush a slower finger over old wounds long untouched
You'll disturb my untold stories seeping weeping through the pages
and you'll find a heart more like your own where an older passion rages
Hidden rages don't often find words
D A W N May 20
you said you didnt love me anymore.
yet your face tells everything we steal glances of each other.
how your cheek grazes my eyes, burying every sinful lie within each and every moment.
you try to hide your feelings inside and pushed the love i gave to you
that you denied.
i see light in your eyes, darling.
now why couldn't you just let it be and see how you truly mean to me, see the countless times, the consecutive tries of trying to make you mine again.
now darling, i'm waiting for you. waiting for you to take me back one more time. i just need one try to prove to you that i was worth it all the time.
and i dont know why youre fighting back the truth and burying them with distinctive lies saying that i never loved you and you never loved me too and that we were never meant for each other but deep down you know it wasnt true.
so doff your pride and don a smile,
run to me with arms open wide
and accept me back
with the love
that never once died.
September to November-gubot na panahon
Lyn-Purcell Jul 18
Fix
There are so many things I do want to fix
Which is why I am rather anxious
to be and not be seen
I question if I am
ready, and to
be honest
I

really
don't know
I want to fix and show
the best of me. Not the perfect
me, but a human me. So much I want
to fix about me. So much I have to fix about me.
Anxiety and insecurities on the rise for some reason now.
Lyn
Shannon Jul 22
If you watched her,
Even just for a day,
You would see something different then what others say.

You would see her with her friends,
All happy and cheery,
Which is something that you can see clearly.

But if you look closer,
You will see her turn away,
And she would go somewhat astray.

Her smile will falter,
Her eyes will droop,
Almost as if she had no friend group.

But then she'd turn back,
With her lightened up face,
And her sadness disappeared without a trace.

She'd carry on with life,
Without anyone knowing,
She could go days without it showing.

She kept her secrets under lock and key,
The pain she went through day in and out,
Was the only thing she would never talk about.
emnabee Apr 24
The poet's heart is tender and guarded.

Quietly observant,
yearning,
longing,
to be seen.

But yet, hidden,
knowing it's depth of feeling
may be perceived as extreme.

The poet's heart might even be called weak.

But what they don’t know
is that the poet's heart is strong.

Because the poet's heart can make believe.
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