I love him, but we’re not meant to be together I believed I love him, but he doesn’t feel the same I believed I love him but I’m just a best friend to him
By Khushi Ranaabout a year ago in Poets
No, not in your head it's there in your hand, zombie your glass and metal drugs In your hand, zombie no bombs, no guns, eating not
By Matthew J. Frommabout a year ago in Poets
Hello old friend We meet again It’s been a long while You used to wander after me Up and down the aisle Through fields of green grass
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
“I can’t love him” She said as the fairy danced around her head “Why not?” The fairy asked “Because the mold is cast. He is promised to another.”
oh beautiful how beautiful you are today you're beautiful darling something cool and so sweet oh don't you know it darling
By Ruby Redabout a year ago in Poets
You planted me in the desert where I shriveled in the heat. You said my lack of growth was because I did not believe
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
Lock me in a prison of your heart I'm not escaping Darkness creeping in I'm scared to death I'm now escaping Running from your love I know it's chasing me for placement Caving in them spaces of them words you never saying I cannot live like this even though you Hella amazing You seeking validation from a guy friend thats on probatie
By Irvin about a year ago in Poets
1. The week starts with a Moanday. CHORUS O what a week! o what a week! Sometimes eventful, sometimes bleak! 2. Tewsday follows in its steps.
By Andrei Z.about a year ago in Poets
I was who he never saw coming, played me songs like he did my heart. "Wouldn't It Be Nice" by the Beatles, led me on like his words.
By Carolineabout a year ago in Poets
I’m on a journey A journey of yearning Is this something I’ve been earning So many days have past Full of reflection Wondering what direction I’m going
I'm shaking off the rust ratteling my bones trying to break open the cage that encloses my soul so I can retrace the steps
SENSITIVITY ACT 4 ACCORDINGLY, TO REALITIES love gives a sensitivity to people so that we can understand every situation
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a year ago in Poets
