Last Love
Your heart is breaking,
waiting for a rose to bloom again,
hoping your heart wounds will heal,
Not knowing that it can't.
You cry out in pain but no one can hear you.
About poem: I wrote this poem Saturday night(AKA yesterday) Its about someone who was being abused by their girl/boyfriend then she/he dumps them and their alone on the street and no one will hear cause their minds are full of hate and ignorance, they ignore the hurt person and let them scream out in pain.
(If this poem disturbs u plz message me and I'll delete it or put............well i don't know)
Your heart is breaking,
waiting for a rose to bloom again,
hoping your heart wounds will heal,
Not knowing that it can't.
You cry out in pain but no one can hear you.
About poem: I wrote this poem Saturday night(AKA yesterday) Its about someone who was being abused by their girl/boyfriend then she/he dumps them and their alone on the street and no one will hear cause their minds are full of hate and ignorance, they ignore the hurt person and let them scream out in pain.
(If this poem disturbs u plz message me and I'll delete it or put............well i don't know)
Pain Of Secrets
Day by day, your corrage
fades and the mask falls
off your face.
People start to notice
and ask if your ok,
the more they ask
the more you sulk
your heading for a cliff.
Your hurting yourself,
your such a disgrace
and you should never
have excist.
You collapes at school
from all the pressure,
people say its from all
the leasure.
Tear drop hits the floor.
You stand at a bridge
and look at the road
below.
Walking forward,
someone tries to stop
you,
you turn around and
there stands the
man of your dreams.
He brings you close
and hugs you saying
its going to be okay.
Day by day, your corrage
fades and the mask falls
off your face.
People start to notice
and ask if your ok,
the more they ask
the more you sulk
your heading for a cliff.
Your hurting yourself,
your such a disgrace
and you should never
have excist.
You collapes at school
from all the pressure,
people say its from all
the leasure.
Tear drop hits the floor.
You stand at a bridge
and look at the road
below.
Walking forward,
someone tries to stop
you,
you turn around and
there stands the
man of your dreams.
He brings you close
and hugs you saying
its going to be okay.
King Of Evil
Blood trickles, rain pours
lightning strikes at your door.
Fire burns, children scream,
even more pain as it seems.
Sun hides, darkness shows,
as the king evil grows.
His army growing stronger and stronger
and your living a life of danger.
They patrol the street
looking for something
to eat.
If they smell you,
you'd better run.
About this poem: This poem is about people living in fear and a bad magician who calls himself king and tries to feed his bear army (sounds alot like narnia)
:P
:)
:D
XO
:O
Blood trickles, rain pours
lightning strikes at your door.
Fire burns, children scream,
even more pain as it seems.
Sun hides, darkness shows,
as the king evil grows.
His army growing stronger and stronger
and your living a life of danger.
They patrol the street
looking for something
to eat.
If they smell you,
you'd better run.
About this poem: This poem is about people living in fear and a bad magician who calls himself king and tries to feed his bear army (sounds alot like narnia)
:P
:)
:D
XO
:O
