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l m May 2014
Her

He told her he loved her
so she ran away
she doesnt love herself.
she believes nobody can love her
and the world is against her
she sits with a group of friends
uncappable to see she's drowning,
and she smiles so bright but
her eyes
they're already dead and hollow
and her mind is eating her alive at the
surprisment of someone but her mother loving her.

Him

She thinks her flaws overpower her beauty
but truth behold
it's in her eyes
she's trained them to only see the bad in herself
and perfection in others
those cold eyes could freeze my heart in a second,
if she would see herslef the way I do.
she has never seen the way
her face lights up when her favorite song comes on
or the way her expressions change as she reads.
My goal is to make her love herself as much as
I love her.
Bella Apr 2019
Poetry is meant to be deep.
deeper than the coreless ocean; vaster than the galaxies.
It's where your deepest thoughts, feelings, hopes and dreams are supposed to lie in peace.
Yet lately I feel uncappable of writing.
Every word I print feels lost with no meaning.
Broken thoughts that I can't seem to fix.
I stare blank minded at my notebook trying to spill ink.

It seems my pen has ran dry.

— The End —