Caitlyn Williams Poems

Shall we fall so easily for it's foolish games and it's twisted ways?
It's like a habit. Easy to start, but hard to give up or let go.
It can leave you breathless and wanting more, while at the same time,
ripping you apart and taking away your heart, piece by agonizing piece.
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....I awaken. It's still dark. I hear the reminiscence of my far away dream. Children are playing in the street, and the birds are cheering up the day with their songs of early morning. I move to the window. It's dark.
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Why you wanna be perfect? Golden hair that shines as bright as the sun, and eyes bluer than the Mississippi. Cheeks rosier than cherry topped pies with a whip cream smile that makes anything worthwhile.
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We all look for that one spec of hope in the midst of a storm. Fighting for our souls in the middle of a black ocean that tosses us around like a useless ragdoll. Screams and terror surround us. Tragedy succumbs to loneliness. Anger succumbs to a great hunger for revenge.
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Love can't touch a broken heart....
Love can't come into a broken life...
Love can't find a broken soul....
Love can't see all the broken lies....
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They say that death is a painful truth and life is a beautiful lie. Life itself is a play on words. People tell me that it has so many promises and fullfilments........but they all lie. Life is no game to be played with. Now i understand why people look forward to death, whether it be peaceful,
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Some say it doesn't exist. It isn't what it seems. There is such a things as a never ending dream. They paint pictures in your mind, like a story. Making a story that may or may not make sense. Stories that defy the laws of physics and sometimes gravity.
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You look at me. Bewildered, confused maybe. Maybe forgiveness is something you lack, I, with my naiveness, cannot simply fathom the war you've fought ever since the day you were born, and yet, somewhere deep inside, behind all the stress and the rage, you look upon me with deep and sorrowful longing. I want to understand who you truly are.......
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I remember us. Sitting on our favorite cliff watching the sun settle below the soft, pillowy clouds. I remember you. Holding my hand and gently stroking the fushia heart ring you had given me for my birthday. I remember me. Scooting closer to you, urging you to protect me from the chilling wind that tickled my skin.
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