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Brigitt Rodriguez Poems
It Was Music
I felt every strum of the bass like a sledgehammer to my heart, and still could not bring myself to stop listening Each chord resonated within my flesh
No Love Of His
The love of a father. It's always so underestimated People saying it doesn't even compare, To the love of a mother
Not Feeling It
Every time we kiss Every time we touch When are bodies are close together Or I feel your breath on my skin
I'D Kiss You
Don'T Hurt Me
You hurt me. All that is left are past scars Memories of how you used me
You Don'T Know Me
To any person that has ever told me what I can or cannot do You don't know me You don't know what I can do But let me show you
What Do You See?
Look at me What do you see? One in a wave of meaningless faces Or a young girl just floating through life
And Another One
Lyrics that speak the words I feel So perfectly labeling what is real The torture inside me The sadness
An everlasting façade, strong as steel Refusing to expose what is real The truth that lies behind locked doors The answers found deep inside my core
A Happy Poem: Prelude
I will write a happy poem, to balance out the sad And when people read it, they will be so glad! It will talk about rainbows and daisies and kittens People will say it’s the best I have written!
I Think About Him All The Time
I think about him all the time I think about him and I want to rhyme I think about him when I get a drink I think about him and I turn pink
How He Makes Me Feel
When I see his face my world turns upside down, my heart begins to race and he takes away my frown
Close My Eyes
Let me close my eyes let me stop the tears from running Lungs from breathing Let me stop the pain from hurting
Depressed? Nay, that is not me Only stressed, I’m sure you’ll see Say that you once saw me in a corner But I tell you, I am no loner
It Was Music
I felt every strum of the bass like a sledgehammer to my heart, and still could not bring myself to stop listening
Each chord resonated within my flesh
With each new harmony came a fresh flood of tears
Their voices made my heart ache and all I could do was close my eyes and suffer in my own silence.
It hurt; every bit.
Then the song would end.
Another would start.
And the process would begin again.
It was beautiful.
It was tragic.
It was music.