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KitaRaizal Apr 2014
I never meant to start a war
I never meant to divide the lands
I never meant to make you choose sides
I never meant to break you apart
I never meant to make you empty
I never meant to take away your pride
I never meant to break you apart
But why would you listen to my words
You have done that enough
All I did was cause you more pain
Are you sure you know what your doing .?
Are you really sure you want to keep loving me.?
You want to keep holding on
Is it really worth it.?
Am I really worth it.?

Hands are meant to be
So hold mine!
Lips are meant to be
So kiss mine!
Arms are meant to be
hugged in...
So hug me!
Words are meant to be
So talk to me!
Dreams are meant to be
So dream with me!
Hearts are meant to be
given away...
So give me yours!
You and I are meant to be
So take me, as yours!


COPYRIGHT; Sabrina Denise Healey,
kaden Apr 2015

i'll act as if you're an altar

but even the faithful can falter

please **** me, because even when i'm dead i'll still love you

maybe *** will even be there for you too

when we went to church we had secrets to keep

and as we knelled on the ground all i'd do was weep

just shoot me in the head not him instead

because i'm really the only one in this church that would be

since being *** was so bad then, i reflected off of it and wrote this... i made myself cry


if you have any questions or negativity about this poem, please message me. I do not want drama on HP.
Dead leaves passed the oak
Saying goodbye, their lives were
Just not meant to be-
Dizzy Jun 22
I feel my heart breaking, because I know, that you're taking,
Your first steps up in heaven, leaving me forever.
Your smile could light my day, but now you're gone,
My skies are grey, I can't seem to fight the rain clouds,
Can't seem to shut the tears down.

I long to see you looking back at me,
I long to feel you sitting on my knee,
Your little smile, infectious laugh,
Little splashes in the bath.
But baby you were never meant to be,
there's only Mum knows what you meant to me.
For our little man who was sadly never meant to be but always in our hearts
Laura Duran Sep 11
Me, you
Deja vu
Once again, I fall for you
m Oct 2017
We don’t use diaries anymore -
those are meant for secrets,
and we have none.
We let them spill out of our bodies,
and pour onto blank white sheets.
We swear it’s the only way
we are going to heal.

We turn our pain into poetry.
Anything that hurts this much
has to mean
And even though we are desperate
for anyone to listen,
our language is in the letters
that we will never send.

We romanticize pain like it’s the
only lover we will ever know.
Love is our *** and we are each our own devils.
Too fragile for this world,
ceremoniously destroying ourselves
before anyone else can do it for us.
Yet we still can’t understand why we’re so broken.
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