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Tears fall down my face of time, having lost someone that with me did care,
A lack of evolution made our relationship easier; now scream it's unfair,
Without fear my eyes would open,
Following silence, precious thoughts spoken,
Ignorance allowed a youthful appreciation, we're the same,
I hugged my friend, to admit as a teenager; a shame,
The first friend that I would hold,
The first anger, disapproval sold,
Walking around naked I had nothing to hide,
Understandings limited b age, you stood on my side,
You're my first friend, the symbol of trust,
My first kiss you wear, youthful lust,
We shared the same pillow, it was our bed,
Despite the fact, I only heard what you said,
You were disabled, never did you move,
I believed in you, you had nothing to prove,
You were a living tissue, my tears did fall,
An abusive step father, to hug my, you wouldn't stall,
You were a living punching bag, one rule,
The mentally unstable mother and bullies at school,
I did cry, you aid I didn't need to pretend,
So I would talk and cry, together each day would end,
Tears fall down my face of time, having lost someone that with me did care,
You were my friend, my lover however now, you're just a teddy bear.
A lack of evolution made our relationship easier; now scream it's unfair,
Without fear my eyes would open,
Following silence, precious thoughts spoken,
Ignorance allowed a youthful appreciation, we're the same,
I hugged my friend, to admit as a teenager; a shame,
The first friend that I would hold,
The first anger, disapproval sold,
Walking around naked I had nothing to hide,
Understandings limited b age, you stood on my side,
You're my first friend, the symbol of trust,
My first kiss you wear, youthful lust,
We shared the same pillow, it was our bed,
Despite the fact, I only heard what you said,
You were disabled, never did you move,
I believed in you, you had nothing to prove,
You were a living tissue, my tears did fall,
An abusive step father, to hug my, you wouldn't stall,
You were a living punching bag, one rule,
The mentally unstable mother and bullies at school,
I did cry, you aid I didn't need to pretend,
So I would talk and cry, together each day would end,
Tears fall down my face of time, having lost someone that with me did care,
You were my friend, my lover however now, you're just a teddy bear.
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Mother
You told me to not swear, yet you would swear at me daily You told me to not lie, yet you would lie to me everyday You told me that you loved me, yet I was a burden to you daily. You told me that I needed to be perfect, but what was perfection in your eyes? You told me that I failed you, but you failed me all my life You told me that you would protect me, but I needed protection from you You told me that I wasn't allowed to cry, but you were the one that made me cry You told me that you would help me, but I was the one always helping you Everyday the words still haunt me, but each day you told me to move on Everyday I can vision your anger, but each day I pretended it never really happened Everyday I hear your voice, but each day I tell myself what you have told me Everyday I needed your protection, but each day I reminded myself that I had to do this alone Mom, I still cant forget the things you have said and done, but each day i grow stronger Mom, apologies wont change a damn
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i'm sick
i knew infectious diseases to have statistics, medication and survival rates
not quaky lungs, thick eyelashes and calloused fingers
i expected a rash or a popped blood vessel or abdominal pain
but i got bumper car thoughts and feelings with spikes
i did get trouble breathing, a headache and sore feet
but i think that's from holding my breath, following untamed solutions and chasing after you again
i also got pain
and i reckon this kind is out of morphine's expertise
but i don't know if that's a symptom
or a long term side effect from all the ways i tried to save you
maybe the statistics are all the times i mistook you as a cure
and all the t
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Nothing and Everything
I ain't got much for nobody,
I ain't got much of anything.
But I've got you, and that means a lot
Cos you're my everything.
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poem 1,764 of 1,766 written 27/04/2012
perception of me, but i think others will realte, i have a teddy bear that was given to me on my first birthday, when scared or sad i still do hug it, it doesnt feel the same when i was young but still offers a moment of silence.
perception of me, but i think others will realte, i have a teddy bear that was given to me on my first birthday, when scared or sad i still do hug it, it doesnt feel the same when i was young but still offers a moment of silence.
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This is really sad and so true!