So here I am. Finally putting myself out there for all the world to see (figuratively speaking of course) . My poetry is me. I am my poetry. It's a bit of a never-ending circle. So, if you can somehow understand what I write, then you'll understand me, point blank. I've loved and I've lost, I've hurt and I've hoped. I'm not any different from anybody else, only I define my emotions through my words.
As I watch you walk away from me,
My heart aches for what was and might have been,
But I’m so stubborn,
I could never show you who I truly am,
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Words don't come too easily
They never have
Yet now I find
That the days I'm with you
...
I don't think you know
Quite how long I've hoped
Wished and waited for
That one simple kiss
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I thought I knew what I needed,
I thought I figured out what I wanted,
But I was more than wrong,
For I lost her, the one I love,
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Her hair
She twilrled it around her fingers
Her hands
So tiny, so small, engulfed in his
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