What compliment are you most often given?
i guess the compliment im most given is.. either the guys at school tellin me about my ass. or the SWEET guys telling me about my eyes
but yeah. 0.o lol
]]>What is wrong with me?
What is my flaw?
Am I ugly?
Am I too immature?
Too loud?
Am I not funny enough?
Or is it that I'm not slutty enough?
I sit in the shadows.
And when i come out,
To express how i feel,
My hopes are held up high.
But they arent dropped.
No, They are thrown.
What does she have that I don't?
I'll tell you what she has.
Low cut shirts that she may as well not wear,
Attention NEEDING personality.
A mouth that is willing to put "things" in it so often
Is that what's wrong with me?
Is THAT my flaw?
That I dont show off my tits?
That I don't HAVE to be the center of attention at all times?
That I refuse to put certain objects in my mouth?
God, I hope not.
Because if these things are my flaws,
I will DIE alone.
]]>My heart melts just at your voice
So you can only imagine what I feel when i see you, face to face.
I feel your touch and i fly away
To a place only you and me can go.
People say, look at that.
They would never last.
Let's prove them wrong.
Let's show them that you cant judge ANYTHING by the cover,
not a book, and definately not a relationship.
I finally get up the courage to ask you the hardest question ive yet to ask
Will you go out with me?
Your responce sends my flying into the air.
Of course, what took so long?
Now there is a you and me.
And all those other people will soon see,
just how much I love you.
]]>Hey yall so yeah u can see my poems.. Poetry is my passion. and my dream is to make it my career.:)
Valentines day sucked. lol but thats ok... its MY fault it did....
Im staying single....its best for me.
Well if ya want read my poems, tell me wacha think :)
Im gonna head out.
l8r
]]>Valenines day loser
I call everyone in my contacts,
all busy with their valentine.
What kind of loser am I?
I have no valentine.
No one to share this special day.
I just sit at home, bored.
But i refuse to cry,
thats a weakness i will NOT give in to.
For the moment that first tear hits my cheek,
I am just as vulnerable as a single broken heart can be.
A lump forms in my throat,
And my refusal gives in.
Tears flow like a grand river from my eyes.
I struggle to gain control, but eventually
my struggle becomes a success.
I catch my breathe and try one last number.
I call it private.
It rings and rings until I hear "leave a message".
I smile at the familliar voice,
but another lump forms when i realize,
hes with her.
It's Valentines day and he's with the love of his life.
Too bad i cant be with him.
I cant be with mine.
]]>Valentines day
Valentines day.
A day of romance, happiness, and lonelyness.
A day meant to be so full of joy and love,
but not meant for the single drama queen.
Not meant for that heart-broken girl,
who sheds a tear nearly every day.
Not meant for the girl who's love left,
went so far away.
Watching the couples, and hearing them flirt.
I cant help but feel like shit.
"No, its ok.
Just shove my face in the fact that im NOT good enough."
Valentines day.
A day i once begged to come,
but now, all I want, is for it to go away.
]]>Because of you
I tell them all that I hardley even think of you anymore.
That I've gotten over you, closed the door.
I tell them that to me, its no longer a big deal.
That love for you is no longer something that I feel.
But I tell these people many things,
That aren't always true.
I refuse to let them know that I dont know what to do.
You see, these people feed off of weakness and pain.
Show no signs of either and they'll leave you alone.
So I keep it all inside until I'm safe at home.
Sitting in the saftey of my room, with the door locked.
That's when I shed my tears, that is until someone knocks.
I ask them what they want, while wiping the evidence of tears from my eyes.
For even from my flesh and blood my pain I have to hide.
They wouldnt understand.
All they'd do is judge.
They'd tell me that I'm fine and from that they wouldn't budge.
They wouldn't believe me when i tell them that i'm not.
Because for fourteen years I was always so strong.
Now that I've finally broken, I dont know what to do
Ive never felt like this, never been so blue.
And guess what? It's all because of you.
]]>Dream Come True
"I am writing this letter with heartache and tears. i can no longer stand the pain I've carried for all these years. There's just to much to handle in the world of worries and fears. Dont cry for me, im not worth your tears."
She signed her name as her tears fell.
She folded it, placed it on her pillow, and for a slight moment listened to her drunken parents yell.
She flinched when she heard the sound of broken glass.
But smiled when she realized, it would all be over at last.
She reached in her dresser drawer and pulled out her father's gun.
She cocked it, took a deep breath. Three, two, one.
She pulled the trigger and fell to the ground.
Her parent stopped arguing and stumbled to the sound.
They found her body, but without her inside.
They held each other, as they cried.
They buried her body in the backyard the next day.
They changed their names and moved far, far away.
Not another word was spoken about that girl.
Her death made no difference to anyone in the world.
She sat up straight. It was all just a dream.
She didnt know what to do.
That night she made her dream come true.
]]>Dream Come True
"I am writing this letter with heartache and tears. i can no longer stand the pain I've carried for all these years. There's just to much to handle in the world of worries and fears. Dont cry for me, im not worth your tears."
She signed her name as her tears fell.
She folded it, placed it on her pillow, and for a slight moment listened to her drunken parents yell.
She flinched when she heard the sound of broken glass.
But smiled when she realized, it would all be over at last.
She reached in her dresser drawer and pulled out her father's gun.
She cocked it, took a deep breath. Three, two, one.
She pulled the trigger and fell to the ground.
Her parent stopped arguing and stumbled to the sound.
They found her body, but without her inside.
They held each other, as they cried.
They buried her body in the backyard the next day.
They changed their names and moved far, far away.
Not another word was spoken about that girl.
Her death made no difference to anyone in the world.
She sat up straight. It was all just a dream.
She didnt know what to do.
That night she made her dream come true.
]]>She's to Blame
Who's to blame for all my pain,
For all this heartache and tears?
Is it Nicci? Is it my mother?
Is it Mike for his threats?
No. None of them started it.
None of them are to blame.
There's just one person who has it all on her.
I hate her. Sometimes I wish she was never born.
She always has to ruin everything.
No matter how good things may be going, she has to screw everything up.
I hate her more than anyone else.
I wish she would just disappear.
Maybe this is why people say I have no self-confidence.
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