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Breanna Holland Poem
She was born an angel, broken down by the imperfect world of hatred.
New day; Head down, deep breathes, "don't panic" she whispers.
She hasn't been happy for quite a while, but it's okay.
People walk over her and hurt her without a care.
Such a beautiful angel, and the only thing she encounters is evil.
One day her dark world changes.
A light at the end of a tunnel?
She never looked for love, she always thought it was a lie.
She only knew hatred, although she wished for love and fairy tales.
He came into her life like a hurricane at the worst possible time.
He blew air into her lifeless body.
Finally she could breathe.
She's new.
Her soul mingled with his
and she was dancing on air.
The feeling of his hands intertwining hers.
She wished for nothing more than to stay in his arms.
Love?
What is love?
She thought to herself, because no definition ever seemed enough.
To her love was like the feeling of hearing your favorite song.
You want to sing as loud as you can, but in the beginning you're afraid.
Afraid you won't sing the right words, and people will look at you
like you're stupid.
When you start to fall for someone you're afraid to do something wrong, you're afraid to mess everything up, and then they won't look at you the same.
In the end, you just have to stop caring, and give it your all.
Once you stop caring, you singer harder and it doesn't matter how badly you mess up, once you love a song, you never forget it, and same goes with love.
Copyright © Breanna Holland | Year Posted 2016
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Breanna Holland Poem
8/1/16
Through their eyes I seem to kill with no motive at all
But through my eyes I have all the more reason to.
I struck a knife to his heart and watched him fall,
as the blood spewed from his almost lifeless body,
I laughed.
I laughed with content,
and with everything I had I cried also.
As I saw the life drain from his eyes I remember how he watched me cry when he took my innocence away.
I remembered how he would laugh at my pain time and time again. And here I am now, standing in front of him, watching him die as I had pictured so many times before.
Here he is beginning for my forgiveness, beginning for me to save him, when all I wanted back then was for him to stop and save me.
But it's too late now.
Through his eyes i'm a murder,
and through my eyes he got what he deserved.
Copyright © Breanna Holland | Year Posted 2016
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Breanna Holland Poem
Life is full of uncertainties.
There are unexpected jumps and turns along the way,
And most people are clueless about their future,
And no matter how hard they try they will never know what's in store.
Life is full of unexpected jumps and turns along the way,
And sometimes things aren't always what they seem.
So no matter how hard someone tries they will never know what's in store,
Because life is like an ongoing puzzle with no picture on the pieces.
Sometimes things aren't always what they seem to be.
Life will always be an unsolved mystery
Because, it's an ongoing puzzle with no picture on the pieces,
Like a never-ending maze.
Life will always be an unsolved mystery,
And most people will still be clueless about their future,
In a never-ending maze.
But,
In a world full of uncertainties
I will always be certain of one thing
You
Copyright © Breanna Holland | Year Posted 2016
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