I'm a lil asian gurl who loves poetry, feelings, and enjoying life now. But drama iz tooo much 4 me.
I'm in colorado chillen nd myspace talking to friends but i write poems when im not thinking. but they r all good.
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Amy Hang Poems
I move right He moves left. I feel the light He takes another step.
Scars from Pain
Do you know what? When you get hurt emotionally, it's like a scar. The pain doesn't go away. It's always there noticeable or deep within you.
Crying 'Cause Of Pain
Pain.....Suffering.... It hurts more than anything. People treats me down and terrible so many times. But why? Why do I deserve it? What did I do?
We've been so close. We love, hug, held, and been there for eaach other. Took little steps to stick together. Shared information that was sadm upsetting, and funny.
You've been there since I was somehow drawn close to you. Watching me cry was embarrassing at first, But now I'm use to doing it no matter what. Letting you wipe the tears from my cheek,
Happy smiles. Big laughs. Everything was almost right. This was the light.
It's getting closer But we're getting farther Why can't you see That our love isn't free?
I thought we'll be happy But I guess not. Why couldn't I see that we were some-how gonna rot?
Everyday I say I love you And I really do.
Let it die Let it go Don't sufficate Don't hesitate
Why do I slit my vains? The scars doesn't go away, But I always feel pain And I go deep all the way.
I pretend To smile, To laugh, & show no sadness,
The pain in my chest Is unbearable. I cannot take it anymore, So let me be.
In His Heart
In his eyes, I see no fear. I sense happiness, But feel the tears. I hear laughter and care free days
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(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
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I move right
He moves left.
I feel the light
He takes another step.
I had to smile
His face stays straight
I take a look for awhile.
His love for me is fake.
I try to keep up
He takes few more steps
I'm going nuts!
What plans in his mind did he kept?
I look for another way
What did he see?
I don't know what to say
He locked my mind so it can't be free.
My heart was tightly wrapped
He tells me that I thought too late
I was trapped
He says check-mate