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Why are they all the things all the things that we could never be?
Why do feelings exist between you and me?
On my life this is to painful to watch
You and those boys, this is so botched
It makes me want to die.
Curl up in a ball forcing cries
‘cos the pressures building up
Cant wait till my heartbeats given up
Treating you like you’re insignificant
Is eating me apart, far from mundificant.

Always holding their hands,
My spirit becomes bland
Its filling me with frustration 
Beyond mensuration.
Tearing me apart,
What a mess, a girl can make of a heart
While keeping it beating,
Wishing it wasn’t beating.
Listen to yourself, if you can hear a sheep bleating.

I would call this torture,
I feel like pain’s porter.
The embodiment of sadness, this world contains
Spilled ink on a sheet that used to be plain.
I’m just waiting for departure
Targeted, but not killed by an archer

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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Date: 2/13/2019 4:33:00 PM
This poem is so nice Love your rhythm Wonderfully penned down emotions into simple yet classics lines of poetry. Thumbs up
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