This is what, I wonder...
..All I wonder
Cold and somber
Twirling 'round a smile and a tree
Placed between war and peace
This time I wonder..
Where the cold drives in winter
As breezes of chilling condensation
Catches the tears of a solitary lover
Leaning towards a compromise
Silent and cold is the victim
Their scars are their reminders
Tears are the signs they're missing something..
A void, where they are hollow..
What a struggle..to see
a struggle..to lean
a struggle..to breathe
a struggle..to be..
..living
This time I wonder
Cast a shadow, and nothing more
Captured your brilliance through your lips
Saught attention from your eyes
And thirsted, for your warmth
Conversating, imagining,
Praying, wishing, believing,
Thinking, and contemplating...
Invisioned loves company by your side
I wonder how I would be..
To breathe..
To lean..
To see..
To be..living
At the side of you...
And losing thought, at the sight of you..
I see...theres a hole inside
Loving, caring...changed
In removing your halo
Passed all love into hate..
You have yet to understand..wait
Desparation written across my face, count em'...eight
Eight times..Lightly coming down with sickness of regret
This time I wonder...
Will you learn to forgive..
And forget what you believe..
Sudden strangers, sudden lovers, to
Sudden shadows....
Time is our enemy, something we all need
And are quickly running out of...
Watch closely, as I plant this seed..
Buried deep in soil...
Where one day you'll see it grow
into mankinds greatest secret..and my secret
Upon knowledge, you owe no accomadations..
Upon truth, you owe no thanks to..
Only to yourself..
..And then you pass it on...with your heart
A struggle...the world, must endure...
..comments? No, theres no need
Comments
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i like this poem and i think u r good at this

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...thank you
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I never said I hated you, once. I said I wasn't ready to read your poems for me about how much you liked me because I WASN'T READY. Because it HURT TOO BAD. Excuse me from keeping myself from hurting.
As for a grudge, no. Just you are too quick to think that you can say those things against him just because you've put yourself on a pedstal in my life. Well you're not. You're not an angel, nor is anyone, in my life. Your human just like he is. I wasn't mad at you, socially awkward maybe because you had lashed out at me in everyway you could think of... then you come back, seeking an apology? After those messages, those phone calls? Of course I would be awkward. Then you shove out another insult to my boyfriend. I have never insulted your "fiance", like I said, I just told you what I thought about the DISGUSTING ways she treats you.
You're also very quick to think you know me. You don't know me. You've dissapeared out of my life for how many years? And you come back seeking my love and attention once more? Then you'll get mad at me again, dissapear for another couple of years, and come back not even remembering what was said anymore. I've changed a lot in two years, maybe you didn't take the time to notice. I'm a completely different person from the girl I was my Junior year of high school. I've done a lot of growing up.
So, as for your threats and your quickly written poem on what a beast I am.... Take the time to actually think about how you're making other people feel before you assume you know. Don't assume you have the world in your hands, because, unfortuantely, none of us do.
You don't own me. You don't know me. Your scary poems with my name after them don't intimidate me. I could write you poems with your name after them stating what a beast you are for leading me on, making me think we could be together. How you're breaking my heart.
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well...i think you misunderstood the poem...but I didnt call you a beast...all its saying is that..I wonder whats going on through your head...and that I do care alot about you..and that I'm the one that feels like shit..I raised you on a pedistal, in my life...maybe you should...read it again...I am sorry..for alot of things..even though it seems like you keep yelling at me..I'm trying to make you understand that I am not intimidating you, or talking bad about you in anyway...all the words are lifting you up...while I'm being pushed down...but you could've told me you didnt want to read them then....but you didnt...so I became confused and hurt...like the poems i wrote ment nothing to you...again this missing piece we all have is communication...ironic *sigh* fuck my life...
I'm sorry...I'm giving you time now..because now I know..please stop the accusations of leading you on..because it isnt true..(and Im' not tryin to debate or argue) i think its clear that we dont understand eachother since the dissapearance...maybe when your ready...we can start to reconnect that understanding...that is if you want to..Its always been your choice...
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