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Teigan Maynard Poem
I wonder how much love one person can give,
Without knowing that love isn't being given in return.
The work is hard,
Everyday trying to please the opposite sex,
Are you tired of being restless?
How do we know,
If your love is being used.
Do you believe in joy?
Dreaming quietly...
Would you?
Think of yourself as a toy.
Dreaming quietly of that...
What??
Wondering if you will ever find happiness.
Fairytales, stories, happy ending you heard as a child,
Feeling like a loser inside yet?
I am becoming beautiful outside now.
Ever wondered why?
Has the opposite sex turn you this way?
Has your long days of pleasing reached the end?
Or have you finally realized it was just pretend?
It might have been true,
Don't get me wrong.
I have heard the same song.
I think, I might, I could be, should I...
A thousand times,
I was tired of being restless,
My love was used...
Played with my heart,
As I was the biggest fool.
I do believe in joy,
When my happiness kills you.
Playing with what toy?
I'm poison,
I'm caring,
I'm passion,
I'm daring.
Happy that your happiness bleeds,
Your happiness won't kill me.
Copyright © Teigan Maynard | Year Posted 2011
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Teigan Maynard Poem
Feel my rage...
Watching my tears fall,
From my pain.
It is you!
Laughing as I'm breaking into shame.
Silly me,
I tried giving my heart to you...
Now I'm stuck in this small cage!
NO! I won't love you,
You can't make me smile.
I want you to hurt too,
Pain that will last for a while.
My rage?
The pain that will hurt,
Who?
Silent,
I still speak.
Treating you like you treat me,
As Dirt!
You STUPID FREAK!
Unlock this small cage!
I should have known,
You seem to be pushing deeply,
Inside of...
My heart,
Hmm? me,
From the start.
Are you weakening my black heart?
Listen as I scream out my rage!
You lost a friend,
I lost only a sin.
Lovers?
Together we make great poison,
Passion?
Look deep into my blood shoot eyes,
I love your rage,
My rage.
Kissing me again.
This has to be the end!
Copyright © Teigan Maynard | Year Posted 2010
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Teigan Maynard Poem
In the eyes of a mother,
She sees...
Beauty,
Mildness,
In her innocent child.
She sits,
She thinks,
Nine months of joy?
Then she looks.
How she was given...
Nine long months is what it took.
Until she could see her baby boy.
In the eyes of a mother...
In her eyes,
She wants him to believe,
She is very wise.
Only thing she knows is art.
For him she will be smart.
For him she will make a new start.
In my eyes,
I am young.
I am mature.
I just want his life to be filled with love,
So pure.
Praying everyday,
Every night,
Help me raise my son right.
In my eyes
He is the only site.
Copyright © Teigan Maynard | Year Posted 2010
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Teigan Maynard Poem
Children are free,
No real responsibilities.
Whispering about one another..
Look at them,
Looking at me.
Let us go spend some money,
Hehehe!
Being young,
Playing video games until the sun comes up;
Until the sun goes down.
Cartoons-cartoons-cartoons..
Young,
Can I go outside?
Please please please?!
Can I have some candy?
Can I?
Can I?
I promise I will be good..
Showing off the biggest smile.
Children can not seem to wait;
Are we there yet?
Jumping up and down-
How about now?!
Be young,
Being young.
Time seem to pass-
One blink,
It is gone too fast.
Being young will be a memory of your past.
To my beloved sister- Troy,
Lived a life feeling young as she could.
She never wanted to grow,
Being young.
Now as she relates to her favorite fairy-tale story;
Sleeping Beauty-
As we miss you in every way,
We all smile knowing you are off to play.
Be young,
Have fun,
Let your life be a game,
Let us play!
Copyright © Teigan Maynard | Year Posted 2019
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