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Zumina Ruedella Poem
They left her standing on a corner crying
Feeling like a fool for trying.
Tears burnt her cheeks as they rolled down,
and for a moment,
just a moment,
She didn't have to pretend she was okay.
She's tired of crying
She's tired of trying
She's tired of lying
She's tired of crying.
She's tired of yelling.
She's tired of being sad.
She's tired of pretending.
She's tired of being alone.
She's tired of being angry.
She's tried of feeling stuck
She's most of all, she's just tired of being tired.
Sure, she is may be smiling
But inside, she's dying.
Don't Judge her
Crying Is Easier Than Fighting.
She's me.
Copyright © Zumina Ruedella | Year Posted 2014
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My life was like cookies and cream ice cream.
Black and white.
It has to be always perfect, or else it’s never enough.
It must be the right amount of sweetness or it will be bitter.
Emotionless. A statistic. Paper thin and bright.
That changed when I tripped and got cookies and cream ice cream on your tie dyed tank.
Your eyes danced with humor when I apologized.
My skin burned when you pulled me up leaving my heart racing.
You brought me another ice cream and walked me back home leaving me with a trial of emotions.
My hearts started racing when I saw you in my math class the next day.
I look at you and you were already staring back.
You smiled with a wink making my knees go weak.
I sat down across from you.
Little did I know the shadows in your eyes, saw the agony of my world,
That were conditioned to stay inside.
Knees wobbling.
Hands shaking.
Heart racing.
Nerves beating.
He made my world colorful again.
Copyright © Zumina Ruedella | Year Posted 2016
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white as snow
fluffy as clouds
sorry for so much tears
But you kept my fears
I clung you wishing it was his arms
I'm wide awake thinking of him
I put my head under my pillow,
And let the quiet put things where they are supposed to be.
Dared by MyP
Copyright © Zumina Ruedella | Year Posted 2014
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