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"rember" poems
We may fight at times but I love her Today I helped you fix you're hair and I rembered the way you did my hair every day when I was and I wanted you to do my hair like a hot airballoon you did every day so thank you mama I'll rember thoughts day and be great full for all youve done Thank you mama 17 years you've loved me so happy birthday mama You're my mama and I'd never ask for more
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Sep 20, 2015
Sep 20, 2015 at 5:33 PM UTC
For My Mama
emptying out boxes discarding things I no longer need rediscovering treasures I had frgotten I had as I break down each empty box, I feel a little lighter, more free soon the things I have been hoarding are all gone, and I can't rember why held on so long one room down, few more to go I wouldn't miss it for the world
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Jul 26, 2014
Jul 26, 2014 at 2:18 PM UTC
boxes
Do you remember? The time I cried of loneliness. Do you remember? The time I wished someone was there. Do you remember? How I asked, begged, pleaded like a wretched mess. Do you rember? How I asked for you in those moments of despair. You do remember? Remember? Yet, I am now just a memory. Yes, you stand over me. A mound of dirt, and a universe apart. But, you do remember?
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Nov 22, 2014
Nov 22, 2014 at 6:56 PM UTC
Do You Remember?
Take my hand and follow me, Follow me to end of the world And back again, Take my hand O dear sweet angel, Spread your wings and fly with me, Hand in hand. Take my hand and never let go, Never rember those tears, Take my hand and let's fly away.
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Sep 22, 2014
Sep 22, 2014 at 5:26 AM UTC
Let's fly away
untold tears is all i rember about my life untold scars of a night i wish never happened the remains of this is me why you ask because she was never strong enough to stand up to be her own
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Apr 7, 2012
Apr 7, 2012 at 8:20 PM UTC
untold thoughts
I rember when we used to live In a filthy little apartment I had no money to my name Just a box fan and a microwave I was so poor back then... What else is new? I lived from day to day Worked my hands to the bone Just for some food and water I rember you said As we sat on our bed Looking at the color Of peeling walls "Kiss me til' I'm tired" We were poor as could be you and me Not a penny, nickel, quarter But we had a piano and an old guiar sitting in the corner We  played love songs late into night Laughing at our lyrics Our little bed Was big enough To sleep each night together The neighbors would come knocking YET We loved We loved And swore and swore We'd never love another Those were the days I must say Although we slept some nights hungry Dirt poor we were in others eyes But rich in love Together
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Dec 11, 2011
Dec 11, 2011 at 8:16 PM UTC
A Typical Poem about the Fleeting Joy of Material Things
Remember me Hold me in your mind’s eye, years from now When I am far away from you, And your days are full of other thoughts Other faces, Keep some small piece of me with you. My voice, My eyes, The look on my face when we first met I am sending this plea To every person I have known, Be it for a moment or a life time Keep me in your mind Keep me in your heart. Keep me alive Rember me For I am so afraid to die
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Nov 21, 2013
Nov 21, 2013 at 12:21 AM UTC
Immortality
rosees satin doll favorite orange hair thick clothe ciggerett on addas shiny pants accedent the whole doll little nos you would remember it peach polka a dot dress and ya the ros the top of my hamper wicker basket and nope never remebered to rember any of that the doll part with the polka dot dress *** i trhew the ***** bend with dithces caves and wholes the holes those are my windy road holes and the ditch just got taken care of that sentences with ditche started with a long widy road the caves was in casers i could never explain how i got my words but i sewed every one of them up and i got all my papers stolen and everything else happended too wow **** so i dont know no more again but *** k wait again yep im the **** fewfiefofum low and i dont tknow vwhat the mother **** **** is **** ya i did it was a sence i was ggoing to be talking an my greatest fear was alwasy well mark once said lurp and right before he said it it landed on me and i was checking him for the first time i said i lurp and he saidvicki dont say lurp becuse he started with dont he was at his breaking point and i just found out a second ago any fiefofee he got ****** up and almost killed and i have a question do people ypou people know get ****** up for passing seses cause i am dethly afraid i am going to pass one that sys i o i have to say the word out loud o o kay well let me try hold up i am quick well because i roll something in a row doesnt mean it hooked even though it hooked i just rolled by it dude and ya i hooked it It might be illegal on a jank undergo
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Apr 7, 2015
Apr 7, 2015 at 5:39 PM UTC
hamper status daily routine
rosees satin doll favorite orange hair thick clothe ciggerett on addas shiny pants accedent the whole doll little nos you would remember it peach polka a dot dress and ya the ros the top of my hamper wicker basket and nope never remebered to rember any of that the doll part with the polka dot dress *** i trhew the ***** bend with dithces caves and wholes the holes those are my windy road holes and the ditch just got taken care of that sentences with ditche started with a long widy road the caves was in casers i could never explain how i got my words but i sewed every one of them up and i got all my papers stolen and everything else happended too wow **** so i dont know no more again but *** k wait again yep im the **** fewfiefofum low and i dont tknow vwhat the mother **** **** is **** ya i did it was a sence i was ggoing to be talking an my greatest fear was alwasy well mark once said lurp and right before he said it it landed on me and i was checking him for the first time i said i lurp and he saidvicki dont say lurp becuse he started with dont he was at his breaking point and i just found out a second ago any fiefofee he got ****** up and almost killed and i have a question do people ypou people know get ****** up for passing seses cause i am dethly afraid i am going to pass one that sys i o i have to say the word out loud o o kay well let me try hold up i am quick well because i roll something in a row doesnt mean it hooked even though it hooked i just rolled by it dude and ya i hooked it It might be illegal on a jank undergo
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At some point you'll rember me as the girl that laughed between kisses -the girl who had never kissed anyone but you- and though I know how pathetic that sounds, I do want your hands to clentch and your lips to freeze and your ******* heart to ache like mine ever did.
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Mar 18, 2015
Mar 18, 2015 at 10:23 PM UTC
recalling arson
Sleeping one night on a train to Vietnam, You carved our names in a heart On the TatTered scraped and ruined wall of the sleeper cabin. Back in Good Ol' West Virginia I carved a heart all about me and you into a park bench. I'm sure that bench has got rained and poured and sunburned for a good year now. What about that time on the Ferris Wheel Where I wrote a "Jacob Loves ****" right on the peeling paint (you know that one was rough cause the Splinterhead who ran the ferris wheel found out, and beat the **** out of me) Before they kicked us out I got in two or three good punches, and you laughed at my ******** As you nursed my ****** lip with some Ice in that MCDONALDS off I95 Most of all I rember 'cause You kissed me on my broken lip And my black eye And My probably broken rib **** I may have lost the fight But I sure did win
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Dec 10, 2011
Dec 10, 2011 at 11:07 PM UTC
Blowin in that Sweet Carolina Wind
Forget me not I want you to rember me if it takes decades forget me not rember how I use to make you laugh(forget me not) rember how I used to tell you everything was going to be all right (forget me not) how can you forget somebody who brought you laughter ,joy,how can you forget somebody who been around for years we went from best friends to sisters from another we been friends for ever I want you to remember me as a legend and rember my legacy remember me for me not how other people saw me .. Remember me for ever
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Jun 25, 2015
Jun 25, 2015 at 12:01 PM UTC
Forget -me -not(Rember me forever)
Your pain, and Your agony Fall off of your shoulder, Onto your bed, willingly Knowing the heartache That struggles like a ship lost to the sea The weight has been anchored for now But the brambles, rumbles bumps and boos Stumble through one eye to the next Where has all the green gone too? We disguise it ourselves as an entire society Sabotaging each other day to day Drowning in useless facts that make the machine more powerful Making minorities even more minor Making our songs seem even less provoking And turning it all into a big joke Bravery stops being brave Courage stops being courageous Fear and dispair have taken courage and Conquered us Now you know the stem How much more can you chew til your body explodes? We don’t need them WE NEED YOU Now, knowing what cracks the back Now, knowing how the eyes read words You can find the salad of earth Make it Share it Feel it stick between your gums and teeth Flesh and bone Rember it, savor it. Keep it. Hold tightly to your ideas Sleep eat wake and walk With them always in the palm of your hand
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Apr 4, 2011
Apr 4, 2011 at 7:31 PM UTC
Raw Power
Forget me not I want you to rember me if it takes decades forget me not rember how I use to make you laugh(forget me not) rember how I used to tell you everything was going to be all right (forget me not) how can you forget somebody who brought you laughter ,joy,how can you forget somebody who been around for years we went from best friends to sisters from another we been friends for ever I want you to remember me as a legend and rember my legacy remember me for me not how other people saw me .. Remember me for ever
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Jun 25, 2015
Jun 25, 2015 at 12:00 PM UTC
Forget-me -not(rember me forever)
Curiosity killed that cat I've learned from his mistake I'm alive, lazy, ignorant and fat Treat others as you would have them treat you I've stopped believing Until God decides to start worshiping me too Rember, pleasure was pains maiden name he he, I made that one up I was thinking about my x girlfriend, the lying cheating ****
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Jan 26, 2013
Jan 26, 2013 at 1:36 AM UTC
Sayings
Your journal is like a sanctuary Where you can always be you It is full of little bits And pieces, Of you. No one will ever criticize you in your journal, No one will read your journal. Except, for those few people who you can trust With your whole heart. Those are the people who you Will rember your whole life. Your journal is full Of odds and ends Unfinished stories, Unfinished tales, Unfinished lives. You may never finish some of them, But that is the way a journal is supposed to be, Full of unfinished things. Things that my never happen. It is you in the raw.
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Sep 20, 2012
Sep 20, 2012 at 6:01 PM UTC
Journal
You called her perfect. You know it only hurts because I rember when you called  me that, too. May we all join the ex-club once those lies are uttered.
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May 23, 2015
May 23, 2015 at 10:48 PM UTC
Untitled
I rember you's said your favorite color is blue I never noticed so much blue the sky your eyes my favorite shirt cars bars everywhere I look when I see blue I think of you curse this woman she's every where I look every night when I go to sleep I think god for showing blue to me
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Jan 24, 2014
Jan 24, 2014 at 5:44 PM UTC
blue
White vignette dream Someone came to me They asked if they could have my child And I said yes We talked for a while a smoked a few cigarettes It all felt so real, and different still yet I couldn't understand what was going on Why I was giving up my child Why I thought she would be better off But the deal was struck We went to the hallway where she was waiting to leave With her blue owl backpack, and I couldn't believe What was going on She started walking towards me crying And it all moved so fast She said "Bye" in the sweet, shy, shaky, and child like way she does And I broke down I wept on the floor And I wish I could rember what that sounded like Because that would be the most captured performance of pain
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Mar 3, 2016
Mar 3, 2016 at 12:51 AM UTC
White Vignette Dream
When I pleasure myself And I think of you You going hard and fast Being merciless My thighs begin to tremble I grasp at nothing I get louder My chest heaves And my back arches And im raking my nails down your back drawing blood And I think you like it And that it spurs you on Faster and harder And im trapped underneath you're body And our moans fill the air And I burst And im coming down And I rember that your not here That there was no *** And that it was all my imagination And I just sigh and go to sleep Wishing for something I can't have
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Oct 16, 2012
Oct 16, 2012 at 11:39 PM UTC
A burden of imagination
rosees satin doll favorite orange hair thick clothe ciggerett on addas shiny pants accedent the whole doll little nos you would remember it peach polka a dot dress and ya the ros the top of my hamper wicker basket and nope never remebered to rember any of that the doll part with the polka dot dress *** i trhew the ***** bend with dithces caves and wholes the holes those are my windy road holes and the ditch just got taken care of that sentences with ditche started with a long widy road the caves was in casers i could never explain how i got my words but i sewed every one of them up and i got all my papers stolen and everything else happended too wow **** so i dont know no more again but *** k wait again yep im the **** fewfiefofum low and i dont tknow vwhat the mother **** **** is **** ya i did it was a sence i was ggoing to be talking an my greatest fear was alwasy well mark once said lurp and right before he said it it landed on me and i was checking him for the first time i said i lurp and he saidvicki dont say lurp becuse he started with dont he was at his breaking point and i just found out a second ago any fiefofee he got ****** up and almost killed and i have a question do people ypou people know get ****** up for passing seses cause i am dethly afraid i am going to pass one that sys i o i have to say the word out loud o o kay well let me try hold up i am quick well because i roll something in a row doesnt mean it hooked even though it hooked i just rolled by it dude and ya i hooked it It might be illegal on a jank undergo
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Apr 8, 2015
Apr 8, 2015 at 9:03 AM UTC
Mascera
rosees satin doll favorite orange hair thick clothe ciggerett on addas shiny pants accedent the whole doll little nos you would remember it peach polka a dot dress and ya the ros the top of my hamper wicker basket and nope never remebered to rember any of that the doll part with the polka dot dress *** i trhew the ***** bend with dithces caves and wholes the holes those are my windy road holes and the ditch just got taken care of that sentences with ditche started with a long widy road the caves was in casers i could never explain how i got my words but i sewed every one of them up and i got all my papers stolen and everything else happended too wow **** so i dont know no more again but *** k wait again yep im the **** fewfiefofum low and i dont tknow vwhat the mother **** **** is **** ya i did it was a sence i was ggoing to be talking an my greatest fear was alwasy well mark once said lurp and right before he said it it landed on me and i was checking him for the first time i said i lurp and he saidvicki dont say lurp becuse he started with dont he was at his breaking point and i just found out a second ago any fiefofee he got ****** up and almost killed and i have a question do people ypou people know get ****** up for passing seses cause i am dethly afraid i am going to pass one that sys i o i have to say the word out loud o o kay well let me try hold up i am quick well because i roll something in a row doesnt mean it hooked even though it hooked i just rolled by it dude and ya i hooked it It might be illegal on a jank undergo
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Who am I? Little speck in vast enternity Unknown in shadows past Seen but not known, heard Hard to rember and easy to forget To be honest I am something but nothing Everywhere and nowhere Amorphous, free falling, solid Tangible, intangible Beyond comprehension A Shape Nothing more Simple Things Stay with us But there has always been a spark Within these worried twisted guts Anxiety that amounts to woethlessnes Burried deep within worries Will I ever be good enough for me? Fear has away of creeping past hidden Feathers aren't ment for flight without wings Feet remain grounded firm on soil Comfortable in the element of earth Higher means further to fall I've fallen enough Some times I wonder what my silence is worth Words have been measured enough Grades and intelligence exploited too much Self-worth has gone down and anxiety up Sleep's been found precious since we get such small supply Our own heads are worth more Life's become complicated again Does anyone ever truly listen to my silence? To those lonely songs I sing inside my head When the day is over and dead But there's a fire within me Hidden volcano burried deep enough Aries, the ram, burning blistering fire sign I know my mettle, know inside the quiet strength One middle school day, one bully trying to hurt a freind Charged right in ready to defend "Don't listen to her, she's just a.....idot." Pushed from behind for that They say I'm soft and gentle The quiet one, the innocent one, the cute one Maybe I am but that's not all Not a blank slate for others to draw In the words of May B. Caroline Starr Rose "So many things I know about myself I've learned from others. Without someone to listen, to judge, to tell what to do , and to choose Who I am, do I get to decide for myself?" Who am I? She wasn't where she had been She wasn't where she was going But she was on her way Darling to you who am I? You asked a simple question of me, Wanted me to bear my bones Expose my truest heart Show the contents of my multicolored soul Questions aren't so easy are they? Who am I? There's no answer I can give No words to fashin into sentences Who's to really know the looker? Not the characters she plays nor those who think they're closer A secert not worth knowing but always kept A deviation that's all she is
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Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 2:09 PM UTC
I am Free but I am Flawed
Who am I? Little speck in vast enternity Unknown in shadows past Seen but not known, heard Hard to rember and easy to forget To be honest I am something but nothing Everywhere and nowhere Amorphous, free falling, solid Tangible, intangible Beyond comprehension A Shape Nothing more Simple Things Stay with us But there has always been a spark Within these worried twisted guts Anxiety that amounts to woethlessnes Burried deep within worries Will I ever be good enough for me? Fear has away of creeping past hidden Feathers aren't ment for flight without wings Feet remain grounded firm on soil Comfortable in the element of earth Higher means further to fall I've fallen enough Some times I wonder what my silence is worth Words have been measured enough Grades and intelligence exploited too much Self-worth has gone down and anxiety up Sleep's been found precious since we get such small supply Our own heads are worth more Life's become complicated again Does anyone ever truly listen to my silence? To those lonely songs I sing inside my head When the day is over and dead But there's a fire within me Hidden volcano burried deep enough Aries, the ram, burning blistering fire sign I know my mettle, know inside the quiet strength One middle school day, one bully trying to hurt a freind Charged right in ready to defend "Don't listen to her, she's just a.....idot." Pushed from behind for that They say I'm soft and gentle The quiet one, the innocent one, the cute one Maybe I am but that's not all Not a blank slate for others to draw In the words of May B. Caroline Starr Rose "So many things I know about myself I've learned from others. Without someone to listen, to judge, to tell what to do , and to choose Who I am, do I get to decide for myself?" Who am I? She wasn't where she had been She wasn't where she was going But she was on her way Darling to you who am I? You asked a simple question of me, Wanted me to bear my bones Expose my truest heart Show the contents of my multicolored soul Questions aren't so easy are they? Who am I? There's no answer I can give No words to fashin into sentences Who's to really know the looker? Not the characters she plays nor those who think they're closer A secert not worth knowing but always kept A deviation that's all she is
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I rember how the salty breeze felt on my face As I walked upon the heated sand I remember now why I miss that place As I can still feel the water on my hand I remember the gentle gulls diving from above me And the sun kissing my skin I remember the tall twisting trees That hovered above where the lake would begin I remember the peace I felt there And I how I miss it so I remember the wind in my hair As I packed my things to go I remember the sun fade behind the water As it takes its last peak I remember the shimmer on the waves As slowly out the moon sneaks I remember the fireworks blasting it all As I lay in the sand I remember the colors, red, blue, green As I held this memory in my hand
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Feb 28, 2013
Feb 28, 2013 at 10:00 PM UTC
Lake memory
I probably don't remember everything about my first day in college or the fisrt time that we met sometimes i even forget the date my birth is celebrated . but for that day i rember everything from your low heel black strap shoes sounding the beat everytime your feet touched the ground as you walked towards me and there was the glowing white emanating from your blouse the matching was impecable and although they call me color blind but even then i saw it . then there was your voice soft and articulate in speech yet still firm and stern accompanied by a contageous laughter . at first i thought you were about to cry that was when i noticed that natural glitter in your eyes you had just plaited your hair it was sprayed and shiny holding to a pony behind . thats when u spoke to me then i kept saying "ati" not because you were unclear but the sound of your voice was so soothing and comforting somewhere between opera singing and a choral verse recital . you were still a young girl but thats when your wings grew somewhere the july cold and you flew away from us we still miss you every august . i wish you were here to see how she has grown since she nolonger plays with small dolls like she used to but i know you are looking from up above you see us alot has happend between and some day i will tell you all about it. She talks about you sometimes but i am still unable to explain it all i dont know if she will understand i even dont know what to tell her but if you were here you would know exactly what to tell her like you she is perfect . sometimes i cry alone and preffer to be left alone not because i like being alone but because its easier to immagine by myself what you would do or say in such situations. fly safe my friend. and keep passing by dont be gone too long.
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Jul 14, 2015
Jul 14, 2015 at 6:56 PM UTC
fo my angel
I probably don't remember everything about my first day in college or the fisrt time that we met sometimes i even forget the date my birth is celebrated . but for that day i rember everything from your low heel black strap shoes sounding the beat everytime your feet touched the ground as you walked towards me and there was the glowing white emanating from your blouse the matching was impecable and although they call me color blind but even then i saw it . then there was your voice soft and articulate in speech yet still firm and stern accompanied by a contageous laughter . at first i thought you were about to cry that was when i noticed that natural glitter in your eyes you had just plaited your hair it was sprayed and shiny holding to a pony behind . thats when u spoke to me then i kept saying "ati" not because you were unclear but the sound of your voice was so soothing and comforting somewhere between opera singing and a choral verse recital . you were still a young girl but thats when your wings grew somewhere the july cold and you flew away from us we still miss you every august . i wish you were here to see how she has grown since she nolonger plays with small dolls like she used to but i know you are looking from up above you see us alot has happend between and some day i will tell you all about it. She talks about you sometimes but i am still unable to explain it all i dont know if she will understand i even dont know what to tell her but if you were here you would know exactly what to tell her like you she is perfect . sometimes i cry alone and preffer to be left alone not because i like being alone but because its easier to immagine by myself what you would do or say in such situations. fly safe my friend. and keep passing by dont be gone too long.
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*These tears Speak pain And This pen Bleeds agony Painting My journal With painfull Colours I dont know Whats happening To us I couldnt Sleep Last night Knowing you're Angry at me, Couldnt even Pick up The phone To call you Because I dont know Where To begin Or how to explain Myself, The pain Of sleeping Without Hearing that sweet voice of yours Is just unbearable, I really dont Remember What happened The night Before yesterday, I had too many Drinks, I just rember Us arguing Over the phone, I wont even Tell you How the argument Started, Fingers were Pointing Opposite directions, Agonizing Words Were uttered, It was accusations Left, right And centre I know It wasnt me Speaking Bu the alcohol, Not that im putting The blame On alcohol For my uncalled for Beahvior, I just took Too much That it started Controlling me And My behavior, I never thought My words Would pierce Sharper Than a needle, Accusing you Of cheating When Im the one Who broke Your Trust and loyalt, I thouht i saw The signs I saw in me When i started Cheating Reflecting In you And I was wrong, Thats what happens When one cheats, They start Suspecting The other Of cheating Whenever they notice Something different. What im trying To say is I opposed Pain to you Knowing not It would do me More harm, I know I did you wrong And accept full Blame For everything Happening Between us, Involving myself With her Made me Realise My survival Depends on you And My soul feeds On your love, Your'e Like the Air I breath And I can not go Another day Without you. Down On my knees Unworthy Of your forgiveness But I beg For your forgiveness I love yo And I miss you Will you forgive me ?*
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Jul 18, 2017
Jul 18, 2017 at 12:16 PM UTC
Does it make sense ?
*These tears Speak pain And This pen Bleeds agony Painting My journal With painfull Colours I dont know Whats happening To us I couldnt Sleep Last night Knowing you're Angry at me, Couldnt even Pick up The phone To call you Because I dont know Where To begin Or how to explain Myself, The pain Of sleeping Without Hearing that sweet voice of yours Is just unbearable, I really dont Remember What happened The night Before yesterday, I had too many Drinks, I just rember Us arguing Over the phone, I wont even Tell you How the argument Started, Fingers were Pointing Opposite directions, Agonizing Words Were uttered, It was accusations Left, right And centre I know It wasnt me Speaking Bu the alcohol, Not that im putting The blame On alcohol For my uncalled for Beahvior, I just took Too much That it started Controlling me And My behavior, I never thought My words Would pierce Sharper Than a needle, Accusing you Of cheating When Im the one Who broke Your Trust and loyalt, I thouht i saw The signs I saw in me When i started Cheating Reflecting In you And I was wrong, Thats what happens When one cheats, They start Suspecting The other Of cheating Whenever they notice Something different. What im trying To say is I opposed Pain to you Knowing not It would do me More harm, I know I did you wrong And accept full Blame For everything Happening Between us, Involving myself With her Made me Realise My survival Depends on you And My soul feeds On your love, Your'e Like the Air I breath And I can not go Another day Without you. Down On my knees Unworthy Of your forgiveness But I beg For your forgiveness I love yo And I miss you Will you forgive me ?*
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