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Alexandra Wilhite Poem
Truth,
Should be the best thing to offer,
Truth,
It could be the worst.
Truth,
Happens to be the worst for me,
Truth,
It all finally comes out.
Truth,
It spews from your mouth like venom,
Seeping deep within my veins,
Slowing spreading the most agonizing pain inside me.
Cries rip through this fragile mind,
Forcing back the tears,
Only drowning what is left of me.
Truth,
That is all I gave,
Truth,
That is all I thought I received,
Truth,
My truth,
Numb,
That is how I feel I should be around you,
Afraid the truth will only manage to make you vanish for good.
Truth,
I love you.
Truth,
I want you.
Truth,
I need you.
I step towards you,
You step back,
You look at me,
I’m frozen.
Truth,
I am waiting,
Nothing else I want or can do,
Truth,
I want you with me,
Truth,
Here it goes.
Truth,
Open your eyes,
You’re blind.
You want the truth?
Look,
I am your truth.
Copyright © Alexandra Wilhite | Year Posted 2011
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Alexandra Wilhite Poem
I stare aimlessly at the black sky,
Counting the stars of hope,
Wondering if you are doing the same.
The moon hides tonight,
As I walk the street,
Nothing to shine or guide me.
I cant feel anything but my tears,
Flooding the town with my memories,
Now drowning in my own misery.
I feel as if I'm dieing slowly,
My heart beating less and less,
For there is nothing to keep it going.
I hear your whispers in the wind,
Wrapping around me in a blanket of sorrows,
Keeping me in deep thought about you.
I'm waiting impatiently,
Thoughts of the day I can hold you,
Keeps me running in a maze,
Trying to keep myself sane.
I just hope you will stay strong,
For I cant do this alone,
Just keep on loving me,
As I keep on loving you.
Copyright © Alexandra Wilhite | Year Posted 2008
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Alexandra Wilhite Poem
Me;
Fact or fiction?
You;
The definition of…
Trust;
It was… was?
Not is?
That’s, shame.
So trust was once,
Not is,
It went… where?
I will never tell.
Nope, I can’t tell you.
Just watch and see,
Look at what… what!?
OK, Stop!
Start over.
Take two.
Confused?
Pause and think.
Me;
Friend or foe?
You;
What I like to call…
My life;
Reminds me a lot of a broken mirror.
Maze-like cracks try to hide the pitiful reflection,
Failure.
Final attempt to show the other side, it shatters completely,
Success.
Painful shards scatter wherever it pleases,
Leaving hideous scares from the left over image.
Time, it heals nothing,
The pain continues to spread.
Time is a twisted murderer,
Inflicted wounds multiply by the minute.
Can you guys finally hear me?
Maybe know me, or of me?
Feel me and or see me?
Now see me, for me.
Why?
Still not comprehending?
Me;
Blinded.
You;
The blindfold.
What was?
Wasn’t.
What wasn’t?
Isn’t.
What isn’t?
Me
Copyright © Alexandra Wilhite | Year Posted 2011
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Alexandra Wilhite Poem
True thoughts are let free after being held hostage by fear and broken hearts.
Unspoken words are finally told for you broke down those walls.
My door is left open knowing it could be slammed shut.
Only time will tell.
But these unknown feelings of no regret is forcing that passage way open.
Honesty is what I've asked for and is what I've gotten.
Hope is all i have now and my heart will always be yours.
No promises will be broken from these words I've spilled to you.
Only time will tell if it means as much to you as it does to me.
Copyright © Alexandra Wilhite | Year Posted 2008
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