See MeScream at me, and beat me. You chase me away from your shallow ground, And see how far I will fall.See Me
The platform you once were, Pulled out from under me, The noose already tied.
My tears running down your face, The resistance I once had, Drowning inside them.
But you don’t stop those lies. You just keep reassuring me, And drown me before my puddle forms.
The friend you once were; Scattered shards of ice, And I’m barefoot.
But before you leave, Throw your past away. For tomorrow is a new beginning.
Why Do You CryYou came in; you threw yourself at me. For what seemed like no reason, You screamed; as i crept backwards, To the corner of my room; alone.Why Do You Cry
Daddy had left again, And you had overindulged. But even with a sober hand, It would have hurt all the same.
My tears fell unnoticed,
The eyes of your child, stained red, A parallel to my blood staining the carpet, To be your only reminder of the night before.
Fallen LeavesThe sun peaks above the horizon, and you are in my arms. Your sparkling eyes catch mine; the moment lost to the gaze of others. The tears that once stained your face have dried up, bringing a new cycle, a new day. Your crimson hair falls across your face, playing in the cool breeze sweeping through the trees. The sound caught, wrapped inside the moment; beautiful. The world continues around us, leaving us hidden among the grass.Fallen Leaves
You point up at the trees, glowing in all their magnificence. The green of the leaves catch the wind and dampens the intensity, as you sink back into my arms. For that single moment we are one, and the same; yo
Great poetry it's very expressive, keep it up ^^
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Believe everything you read. It makes life more interesting.
<3
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Sometimes I wonder if men and women really suit each other. Perhaps they should live next door and just visit now and then.
-Katharine Hepburn
hope all is well.
<3
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Sometimes I wonder if men and women really suit each other. Perhaps they should live next door and just visit now and then.
-Katharine Hepburn
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Do I have to stand up?
Wild eyed in the spotlight
What a nightmare, why
Don’t I turn and run
There must be some mistake
I didn’t mean to let them
Take away my soul
Am I too old is it too late?
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(v'.')> look over there!
*pounce*
justin here, from myspace. i have a
drawing up. check it out and tell me what
you think.
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~Stin
i added you on myspace last night/this morning
and i like your writing
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