kittenroseabby

I wrote a poem, Forever ago. I know, That's nothing new. It's also not new, That it was about you. But this one? This one was goodbye. This one was my final... Correction. It was SUPPOSED to be My final love letter to you. But poetry, Love, Never quite works out that way, Does it? This one was Supposed to be A step towards getting over you. It was supposed to be A promise. To you, To the world, To myself. I wrote in this letter A due date. I wrote that I wouldn't show it to ANYONE Until I was over you. I thought the Feelings Would be gone by now, But they still linger, Ever present. Love for others Has come and gone. But for you? My

Dear soulmate: Where are you? I know I'm still young, And I'm looking forward to loving you, But I need you now. I need your love. Please hurry. Before it's too late for me...

Dear dove, I found someone new. Someone else to love. But, Before I could even begin doing that, She left. I cared too much, Just like I did with you. I don't know why I'm telling you this... Maybe to let you know that you're not alone? That you're not the only victim of my love.

I see you across the room, And I feel my heart fill with dread. I'd say you're still just as beautiful, but... We've both changed. Yes, I may still be in love with you, But not with who you are now. I'm stuck in love with who you used to be. With who we used to be. And I think that might just hurt even more.

I think that now I know what love is. It's when the chapters in your story Change... When there's something common among them. The way the pages feel... Rounder, Softer. It's when you dog-ear nearly every page, And some even stick together; When you run your fingers over the words Over and over again Until the ink is faded, Until you memorize your favorite paragraphs... And in the end, You'll look back, And treasure every word.

Truth is I've been in a lot of pain. Sure, I know it could be worse, I know I shouldn't complain, But... That doesn't make it hurt any less. They say "Words can never hurt you," But that's a blatant lie. Countries can fall at the one order of "Fire," So why shouldn't they hurt you? Sure, They can build you up. Like that little phrase "I love you," But words, They can break you. Just add "don't" in the previous phrase, and... Your world can come Crumbling, Crashing down.

When our Valentine's Don't love us back... It's hard to deal With the love in the air... The rose was yellow, Like happiness. An air of that feeling Surrounded her. It made me glad... That it was mine. Glad that he Didn't bother to give her one. And that made me sad, Sad that maybe I haven't moved on.

1 A celestial body, A ball of fire The earth goes around. 2 The energy source That feeds plants And powers many things. 3 Something so bright It can blind you: Don’t stare at it too long. 4 One of the countless Stars in the galaxy, Just next to us. 5 A bit of heat That warms the chill Of a frosty morning. 6 It gleams light upon Our skin, Brightening our days. 7 Rays breaking through foliage: Cutting between leaves To pierce the forest floor. 8 Filtering through A room of dust, Showing how the particles dance. 9 A lit filament: The layer of clouds The opaque glass around it. 10 A whale breaching Through the waves of clouds As it

You sit there, Writing away. Not realizing just how much you've inspired me. How much you've healed me. You say you don't often get to talk about your problems, But that's what I'm here for. When we talk, It is a slow waltz across the dance floor. When you smile, It is the sun shining bright. When you cry, It is the Titanic sinking. Your minor expressions... They are the subtle changing of chords in a song. Your sad smile, It's the dramatic note in a soft symphony. You are so beautiful, A true work of art. I love you, friend.

Unwanted and useless, Thrown aside like a stray. Perhaps they're right... Feed me attention, I'll come crawling back for crumbs. Beat me up, I'll wonder what's wrong with me. Treat me like I'm less than you, Be sure I'll start to believe it. I try to help, I'm nothing but an annoyance. Unwanted and useless, Thrown aside like a stray. Perhaps they're right: Crying and broken... Never losing hope.....