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I'm sorry I'm not perfect
I'm sorry I can only try
But it hurts when you get angry
And you don't say why
You look at me in tears
Sometimes you almost shout
The frustration you bring upon me
The anger you bring out
I'm mad because I care
I want nothing more than to see you smile
I just want to help
And believe me
I'll be here a while
When you cry
My eyes tear at the seams
When you're sad
Rain clouds haunt my dreams
But when you laugh or smile
My lips curl up too
You still just make me so happy, I only wish I could express
How much I still love you.
I'm sorry I can only try
But it hurts when you get angry
And you don't say why
You look at me in tears
Sometimes you almost shout
The frustration you bring upon me
The anger you bring out
I'm mad because I care
I want nothing more than to see you smile
I just want to help
And believe me
I'll be here a while
When you cry
My eyes tear at the seams
When you're sad
Rain clouds haunt my dreams
But when you laugh or smile
My lips curl up too
You still just make me so happy, I only wish I could express
How much I still love you.
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Love
Love is when somebody gives you a shoulder to cry on.
Love is when somebody makes you laugh when you're sad.
Love is when you miss somebody whenever they are gone.
Love is when whenever you see that person you feel glad.
Loving somebody is choosing not to see their flaws.
A human being will never be perfect.
Everything that person does you will give a loud applause.
Cause in your eyes everything that person does is correct.
You want them to smile.
You would work extra just to be with that person.
Even if it would be just for a while.
Love is unconditional, that's the truth.
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Dear Poetry,
I am trying to cover my sadness with words.
Tape them against my scars
& wear them like worthy paper cuts.
My tears are alcohol swabs, burning & cleansing
wounds of my own making. Sometimes,
I wish I could hide behind them forever.
But not even this journeyed flesh can stand
castle strong against speechless ink stains.
I know the code. This body does not deserve
a warriors death. & poetry, you're a monster
a creative monster, but evil nonetheless.
I wish to string you into knots, force feed you
down the throats of others. De-format you
& leave you empty; freeversed-
to hang loosely along the heartstrings
of strangers
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R.I.P Words
Do you know what it feels like?
To feel something, but...
be unable to express what it is;
to be silent;
to fight it alone.
I know how much it hurts,
but I don't know how to show it.
Poetry used to be my refuge,
a place where I could be alone -
express all my emotions,
without being judged.
I'm losing it.
I can't connect to poetry.
Everything sounds so stupid...
Everything I write sounds stupid.
I have to erase all my feelings,
because they don't sound right.
The words aren't real.
They don't show what I feel
And maybe this will be the last.
Maybe I'm gone:
lost of all emotions.
I'm truly alone...
I used to have poetry.
Now I have not
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This is the first poem I've written where I tried to rhyme... and the rest is pretty much self explanatory... hope you enjoy.
I EDITED THIS ONE AND POSTED THE REVISION. please check it out [link]
I EDITED THIS ONE AND POSTED THE REVISION. please check it out [link]
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Thank you for writing that.