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Free Verses, the emotions of a day

Poetry By: TheSecretOfDawn
True confessions

Each verse is different, they do not relate to each other. These are just things I came up with during the day but were just a verse so I didn`t want to post everything by itself

Submitted:May 23, 2010    Reads: 48    Comments: 0    Likes: 1   

Hope lost under layers of pain.
The candles that once flared brightly dies in vain.
We look around, seeing all this go down.
Yet all we do is close our eyes, as if the darkenss is but a lie.

A broken heart dies in vain,
A forgotten smiles only brings pain.
I thought that we were for forvever.
You did not leave, but I had to go.
I'm sorry, It pains me but please let it go.
I can't live in this guilt, knowing that your hurt.
So please just leave it be, and let me go,
for all I bring is pain and terror, where I go.

"Are you okay?"
Why do you ask the questions when you need not want the answer?
Why bother asking while you can brush the answer off?
What if I say that I'm not fine but rather want to die?
What would you do than?
You would be forced to fake a smile and laugh it off.
So don't bother asking when you don't want the answer.
Don't bother talking if all you are is just a lie.

Don't pretend that you know me.
Don't pretend that you care.
Don't pretend that you can be a friend, a companion, a long lasting ally.
All you can be is the little memory in the back of my head,
the back stabbing bitch, the everlasting foe.

I search for the words to let you know I care
I search for a way to keep you here
But the words, they fail me
And the second I turn around, your gone.

Baby I'm not worth the pain nor the anger.
Baby I'm not the worth your time.
Baby I'll just bring you down,
but even so I just want you here beside me...
but I know you have to go.
I know it wasn't meant to last
but why does it hurt so much to let you go?
Baby I wish we could be forever,
baby I wish it was just you and I.
But I've done things I'm not proud of
and you already left,
so whats the point in even hoping?

I used to wish that it would be just you and me.
Baby now I know that we weren't meant to be.
But its alright,
I'll be okay
because knowing me, I'll make it someday,
with or without you babe


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