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'I'm moving'
You broke it to me
So simply
So briskly
So innocently
My heart
Shattered
Torn
Tattered
I sweat
The steady beats of my body
Pulsing in rhythm
To the thoughts wandering
In my unstable mind
'I'm moving'
Delicate words
That mean so much
And yet sympathises
So little
Deliver me
Out
From
You
I sit
In my silent room
Tears of parting sorrow
Trickle down my chest
Spreading the pain
Everywhere
'I'm moving'
I refuse to believe
Believe all that I
Hear and all
That I see
Denial creeps
Slowly
Silently
Tauntingly
My head shakes
Blocking out all that
You say
Hoping, for the first time
That you're not telling me
The truth, you're leaving...
*Oribypp*<b>
You broke it to me
So simply
So briskly
So innocently
My heart
Shattered
Torn
Tattered
I sweat
The steady beats of my body
Pulsing in rhythm
To the thoughts wandering
In my unstable mind
'I'm moving'
Delicate words
That mean so much
And yet sympathises
So little
Deliver me
Out
From
You
I sit
In my silent room
Tears of parting sorrow
Trickle down my chest
Spreading the pain
Everywhere
'I'm moving'
I refuse to believe
Believe all that I
Hear and all
That I see
Denial creeps
Slowly
Silently
Tauntingly
My head shakes
Blocking out all that
You say
Hoping, for the first time
That you're not telling me
The truth, you're leaving...
*Oribypp*<b>
Literature
Tears
I walked a year last night
And wrote your name in the sand
And I couldn't help but smile when
the stars shone so bright
Reminding me of that dangerous glint
in your eye
It wasn't the first time I'd made
such a journey
But this time the shiver down my spine
wasn't from the cold
I was alone
Alone when you were so close
Yet set yourself so far
So I sit and watch the lights sparkle
in the faraway city
And try and guess which one belongs to you
And just like the waves will wash your
name from the sand
My tears will wash your kisses
from my cheeks
Literature
Crayons
Life is like a box of crayons.
At birth, you're given a great big box of them to share and add color to your life.
Some colors get used more than others.
Sometimes, a crayon gets broken. A Bright color gets snapped in half and tossed in the garbage can, never to be returned. Sometimes you keep coloring. Sometimes you can't. That color was important.
Sometimes a crayon is gained, shared between two people. That color might be just perfect, and works great! Other times it's a different shade, but it will make do.
But, there is always one color left in the box.
Black.
It's normally unused until death. It's used to frame the picture. To ad
Literature
Please Dont leave
I don't want It
To ever go
This felling of love
Makes me whole
Please don't leave
Or I may go
Please don't leave
For I never wanna be alone
Please don't leave
I need you mor
Please
Please don't leave
I love you so
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I hate the feeling of knowing that a friend is leaving you. That you no longer have a person to make you laugh in school, or even call at 3a.m. in the morning...Maybe even talk about all the nonsense in the world...
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wow...what a knockout poem.
I can't relate to it...because I am the one leaving.
I can't relate to it...because I am the one leaving.