Well, it's been a while since I posted a poem... I guess I just fell out of writting for a bit, but right now it's the only thing that's keeping me sane... Here's my latest one that's called "My Best Friend" that I wrote in my math lecture today:
You know me better
Then I know myself
This distance seperates us
But I think about you constantly
I want you here to hold me close
But you're far away
Holding someone else
Been down the road with you before
You wanted someone else
Maybe in time you'll see
That I'm the one for you
Until then I can only smile
For you and this other girl
Tell you things will work out
When you two get in a fight
I'm holding my heart on a thin line,
I can't see my life with you
But I can't see my life without you
As time goes on
We'll see how the story ends
Maybe all that you are
And all that you will be
Is my best friend.
My Best Friend
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"Could you be the one to find me safe and sound? Love is how it's lost not how it's found. I don't know those eyes, but I see beauty there always. I know it's wrong to love you from afar but it's a craze." Azure Ray
"Take a look at yourself, and put your heart upon the shelf. It still bleeds, these wound won't heal, This pain inside is all that's real. Fall, as fire. Fall as fire from the sky above." Stutterfly
"It's all about the icing, and nobody cares about what's inside. You could see the outside face, it looks good, it must be great. And I know that's all you see. What would it matter anyway? Cause I can see right through your pretty, pretty skin today." The Early November
"Take a look at yourself, and put your heart upon the shelf. It still bleeds, these wound won't heal, This pain inside is all that's real. Fall, as fire. Fall as fire from the sky above." Stutterfly
"It's all about the icing, and nobody cares about what's inside. You could see the outside face, it looks good, it must be great. And I know that's all you see. What would it matter anyway? Cause I can see right through your pretty, pretty skin today." The Early November