Most people Think that with the kinda stuff I write I need to be in therapy but if you think about it I kinda do my own therapy, I write as an out let for everything that happens in my life.I write about what ever is going on.Most of the time my poetry is sad and will make you cry, but believe it or not I am happy once in awhile.Then I think of whatever is making me happy and I can find some way to turn it aroud and break my heart.But my heart has only the tattered edges to show for all the pain and suffering it's been threw.That's why my name XxBrokenHeartgurlxX because my heart was broken many times but don't worry it always heals with just tattered edges to show.Most of my poetry is about this guy that I just noticed,not the guy but how I really feel.My head goes back and forth but I know in my heart that I really do love him.I can't tell him for thoughts that he might leave,something thats not even there.I want to so bad but I know I am much too scarred of losing something that isn't even there.
- Last seen on Jan 12 1:41 PM 2008. Member since December 2, 2007.
- I'm a amethyst understanding poet for 30 comments.
- My mood is , and quote is "life sucks but you can't get to the good stuff with out the bad...".
- I am a 15 year old girl from Oregon (United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm in school.
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ViolentSerenity : hey babe i did'nt write this poem but its rlly good and i think you'll like it check it out :) on December 23, 2007We'll See
How will I tell her? What will she say?
If I say, "I love you", will she be okay?
Repeating the words like spice on my tongue,
Make me feel reckless, foolish, and young.
Should I take her hands, trap them in my own?
Feel the sins we've created in these years that we've grown.
As I draw them about to the scars on my back,
And whisper in her hear ear the many hugs that I lack.
Could I kiss her softly, and would she care,
If I ran both my hands through the locks of her hair?
Feel the warmth that she brings into the cold of my mind,
As she helps me foget it's backwards design.
Can she bring me out of this fortress I made?
Where my hopes for heaven still sorrowfully lay?
Scoop me up in the arms I've avoided too long,
Tell me I'm still missed and that I still belong.
Is she the Goddess that I seek to adore?
Covered in tears, humbly tattered and torn,
An ear for my secrets, my prayers and dreams,
Listen to my puzzles, tell me what they mean.
Will she be there, till the end of the end?
A soul who'll bear with me, till I finally send,
Her grace to the heavens, with the prayers I said,
Since the day that I met her, till the day that we're dead.
If I say, "I love you"
Will she love me too?
We'll see.
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ViolentSerenity on December 23, 2007a truely amazing soul, sometimes a bit lost in deep depression but a good soul noe the less
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ViolentSerenity : amazing on December 21, 2007your amazing writer sis, hey can you get on yahoo plz? i need to talk to you
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Sean Logue : A good writer. on December 3, 2007Having read some of these works, I find them
to be well written, there is some good subject matter.
Cheers.
