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You are so angelic, and so unique
I can't believe that you even talk to me
Cause all you're qualities makes you so radiant
It would feel like I was speaking to an angel
This sounds really corny or cliché,
But is the truth what I speak
You're my inspiration for writing these poems
You're in my mind every time I grab my pencil
And every love poem I make is dedicated to you
There's only one word that explains what I feel
Is a feeling that seems insane but its real
A feeling that I have deep inside of my heart
And that feeling is called "love"
I can't believe that you even talk to me
Cause all you're qualities makes you so radiant
It would feel like I was speaking to an angel
This sounds really corny or cliché,
But is the truth what I speak
You're my inspiration for writing these poems
You're in my mind every time I grab my pencil
And every love poem I make is dedicated to you
There's only one word that explains what I feel
Is a feeling that seems insane but its real
A feeling that I have deep inside of my heart
And that feeling is called "love"
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Love Again
Love Again
I hate to admit-
That I don't stand a chance
All risks turn into rifts-
Our hands will become too...distant
-
I crumbled inside every time I tried-
I couldn't look you in the eyes
A reflection was all I saw-
The beast within me whose heart was still raw
I'm afraid that trust is a one-way street with me
You can only depend on your own
For I have deemed myself unworthy
While I cling onto the tombstones of massacred hopes
I've abandoned the part of my soul
That connected to others
I was forced to let that side of me go
So never again would I fully mourn for another
A sphere of tears-
Floods my sockets with fear
Knowing that-
Eve
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Lie to Me
There are those who stare into the water's edge.
Gleaming eyes fixed upon their reflections.
I am beautiful! they say to themselves,
And all of you must accept that as true!
To say otherwise would be a social suicide.
Their friends will defend them to the bitterest end.
In a circle of illusions cast by the group,
You are forced to accept this person as 'pretty'.
Sorry...
To me you are not beautiful, you are simply lazy.
You have done nothing for yourself,
And now you wish me to accept you?
Sorry...
But I must tell you the truth.
And though that truth may wound you,
I believe it is for the best:
Because girl, dayum! You just lo
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You've suffered enough...
My dearest child, do not weep, for I am here to wipe your tears away. Come, let us be free of these blankets; let us walk from these dim halls.
There lies what once was your body, fevered and eaten by disease. Your lips are cracked and bleeding, your arms are both thin and sallow. Do not fear them now, for they are long passed.
Come away now, for we must say your final goodbyes. Here to the mother and father that came to your bedside each day. Here to the brother, who shall honour your name. Do not be jealous of them, my dearest child. For you are simply moving ahead; you have not fallen behind.
“But why, why does it hur
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Thinking of a person makes you write stuff.
Thing is, I'm never gonna show her this.
Thing is, I'm never gonna show her this.
© 2012 - 2024 GentlePeace
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If I found out that a guy cared so much about me that he wrote such a beautiful poem I would fall head over heels in love with him! Your're now my new favorite poet!