It's my Life
The same routine
Starts the day
It always ends in a
Different way
The love of some
The hate of more
It hurts my heart
It makes me sore
No one knows
Or even cares
If hurt is inside
Or hurting any where
If I was injured
A wound or fall
They would descend
They'd help me, all.
But they don't know
Or understand
The deepness of emotion
Cuts open my hands
If I stand by
And watch you die
I would not live
With out a cry
Emotions are blessing
And curses too
They make you sing
Or cry when you're blue
This is where I open up
Show what there is inside
I read the hearts of people I love
I cried.
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This is inspired by the beautiful FromTemglinToGolocni who, with other great friends, make my world go round. :)I know other people feel just like me but this is where I will write how I feel, just to stop my heart bursting out my chest. I don't want that! It would take days to clean up my room!
Heh heh, oh man...
This poetry business is exhausting!
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It's my Life, which
was posted on Nov 12, 2011 by
Wolvero.
This is a solo poem.
About this poem
"I am affected largely by emotions. It may be teenaged stuff or it may be just me..."
This poem is filed under:
Lyric, Narrative / Ballad, Philosophy / Moral
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