

InevitablyYou don’t belong to me, And we don’t belong together. Not when I first saw you, Not even when you entered my heartInevitably
Just as light and dark Can never be together. I can not be with you. Every morning the darkness Is forced to part with light, As the sun begins to rise. And every night the light Must say its farewells to dark. They forever chase each other On this world, just as I chase you.
I always come back to the same place, And the same day, as if time has stopped, Yet the sands of time still fall, As I come back to the same time, &


Can it Happen?I’ll rest my mind, for one last time. Before returning to the endless darkness That I cant seem to escape. You know my true weakness Because you yourself are it. Look upon me, Am I smiling now. I think that I am, And yet they say I look sad and pitiful.Can it Happen?
Patience was once my friend Though now it only seeks to destroy me. I ask now for you To be just to me, Or call death to free me. Don’t ask me to forget you. I can’t forget you, Because I know it will be painful. So afraid of that pain, I won’t forget you until the day I die


Foreverforever you are alone in my sight. looking into your two eyes that made my heart stop every time they came my way. a small flower is blooming inside my heart the unwithering flower that you gave to me. i feel as though you've opened a door frozen in ice. the ringing voice that calls out to me even if it gets erased by the wind i will find you.Forever
your so full of life as the world revolves around you to me it seems as if it really does its as if you werent there the sun wouldnt rise and the birds would forget to sing. i wonder who it is that you
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切なくて。。
monday.
be there.
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“Now me lay down
to sleep.
Mow da zeebas down
like sheep.
Give dem to me
nice and dead.
Me no happy
‘til me fed.”
-Bedtime prayer of crocs (Pearls Before Swine)
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“Now me lay down
to sleep.
Mow da zeebas down
like sheep.
Give dem to me
nice and dead.
Me no happy
‘til me fed.”
-Bedtime prayer of crocs (Pearls Before Swine)
I just read your poetry and I really like it, you're great at compiling your thoughts into a good poem!!
Keep it up
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A picture is worth a thousand words.
But words create the most vivid pictures.
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“Now me lay down
to sleep.
Mow da zeebas down
like sheep.
Give dem to me
nice and dead.
Me no happy
‘til me fed.”
-Bedtime prayer of crocs (Pearls Before Swine)
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