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VarshaS 6h
SHE
They:
Why do you fell for him

She:
The soul that spot my fake smiles,
And stared deep down my turmoiled heart asking,
"Whats that bleeding scar behind your silly play!"

~Varsha Srinivasan
Thought He Caught Me Not Knowing, He Was The One Who Is About To Stab Me!
Don't have to acknowledge the sty
When we're all blind from an eye for an eye
~•§•~
There's a broken heart in every lie
A loose thread in every tie
~•§•~
Look and you'll find failure in every try
The hardest question proposed or answered is,
"Why?"
~•§•~
Why does what I apply
End up needing an alibi?
~•§•~
Ignore those that only supply
Some self serving reply
~•§•~
Life is something you can't defy
Walk your own path and fry
~•§•~
Don't worry if you can't fly
Only gods live in the sky
~•§•~
They're probably getting high
Just to f*cking get by
~•§•~
Ghosts can still cry
But the dead inside can't seem to die

©2024
What shy thoughts run through your head on the daily, and twice at night?
I see your eyes
They're begging me
To attend them

Not today
Go away

I'm not going
To beg for
Your attention anymore.
This poems tittle is based off of how begging for them to notice me all these years made me feel.
Why won't it let me,
Follow more than 38 people?
Am I not aloud,
To enjoy more than,
38 artists?
Seems silly.
I don't know if this is a glitch or there is a genuine limit. If you've followed me and I haven't followed you back, know that I want to, I just literally can't.
a restless jitter;
skin-deep promises, unkept:
no nails left to bite.
Zee Dec 17
This house has never known silence.

Mostly the walls bounce.
With the sound of  her voice.

My mother has never been,
An even tempered woman.

Sure there are some days that her voice.
It is soft and sweet sounding like honey.

Those are the days everything goes her way.
Those are the days when her wallet is full.
Those are the days the drug fuels her addiction.

This house has never known silence.
If there is peace I have little hope.
I'll ever find it.
muizz Dec 16
At this point in my life,
I realised that I often make the same mistakes,
It’s like I’m running in circle,
bound by an iron chain of mistakes.

I've tried, yet problems persist;
No tears or anger in my fist,
I can do it, no matter the start,
even with a broken heart.

I find myself treading through quicksand,
sinking deeper with every step.
But I’m not afraid to keep walking,
All I’m reaching is the vast sea of success.
Hi, this is my first time sharing my poem here, If you like my poem, you can read it more on my instagram highlight @muizzink_
Excuse me for assuming,
That if I text you 'hi,'
Once in a while,
You'd want to respond.
I think it's hurting me more to love her, than it would to just let her go.
showyoulove Dec 16
The same hands that bear the scars
Created heaven and earth and the stars
The same brow that bore the thorns
The crown of glory now adorns
The same heart that was pierced and broken
Now beats within us, finally awoken
The same man we crucified
Has been raised and glorified
He takes us in and loves us
Gives us purpose and focus
He teaches us to learn and improve
To listen and allow the spirit to move
God can take our wounds and make it
Something holy and even sacred
So, remember the wounds and the lessons
And even broken things become blessings
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