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Thursday, January 10, 2008


   So i kept these inside...
Over break i wrote alot of poems...some i think are true and others that are depressing...

tell me whatcha think =]



You

I will miss seeing your smile.
i can't stand to see your face.
i love the way you talk.
i cry over you at nights.
all i think about is your smile.
all i want is for you to frown.
I hate seeing you laugh.
your laughter is the reason i live.
My life is pointless.
you are my life.
People laugh.
your a person.
i cry over spilt milk.
you poured a jug out onto the floor.

I told you i loved you.
you said to let it go.
I told you im sorry.
you just frowned and said no.


I hate you too

Why do you seem to want to hurt me?
Am I doing something wrong?
I swear I would never hurt you.
And I won’t be here that long.

Why do you seem to want to hurt me?
I know in your heart that you hate.
I know your anger is hunting for souls
But why does mine have to be bait?

Why do you seem to want to hurt me?
And I’m the only on that cares.
While you sit on your fucking ass
Your misery you share.

Why do you seem to hate me?
Actually, I believe your hate is true.
But, its faith and honesty that brings me to it,
I fucking hate you to.


The game

You see me as a weirdo
I see you as a pest
Although there’s nothing we have in common,
We are just like all the rest.

Different in so many ways,
Yet alike all the same
We do our lives in other ways,
But we still play the game

The game of life’s a hard one,
And we don’t get along
Some people do it right on track
But others do it wrong.



Love

Love is a word of cherish and sway.
When you think about that someone every moment of the day.
When you think about the times you’ve spent with them and it made you happy.
Or the times when they made you mad, but in the end, you both burst out laughing.
Love can be described in so many emotions, despair, depression, and joy are some.
It’s a time when the hardest battles of your heart can either be lost, or they can be won.
Love is when that special someone gives you their faith, and their thoughts and opinions and trust.
When in the day you think to yourself ‘I need to be with them, I must!’
Love is when you want his or her hand for holding.
When you know that in your heart, a place for them is molding


SOO tell me whatcha think...please?


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