Biography of Kymyata Parks
Kymyata Parks Poems
I hate the fact i love you when i never planned to start, i hate the fact that you made my whole world fall apart, i hate the fact that you will always have an affect on me, i hate the fact that my feelings are taking a huge tole on me,
Promises mean everything. You promised to keep my heart whole, and safe forever. You promised that you wouldn't break it or set it aside to let it rott. You promised to be there for me, when i needed you the most.
She's Happy Again
And she was happy again, She smiled, She laughed, She danced,
The wind blew heavily, The lake was Drying out... My Grandmother was crying, And flowers in the winter began to sprout...
I remember Crying every night over you, I was completely clueless, I was blind from my left side to know anyone would have the Right to do what you did, You broke me in more than two, you broke me in three,
Not Good Enough
When i look at you, i have nothing to say. When i think about you, you were only a mistake standing in my way. When i hear you about you i walk away.
Maybe i am nothing. Maybe i really don't exist to you. Maybe i was just something that popped up in your dreams. Maybe im just a stain that will fade away.
This was differen't It was a warm feeling, a feeling that i thought never existed. Something strange, Not in a bad way in any shape or form,
We couldn't live with out eachother, But yet we fell apart,
It's A Ritual
The past few years, i feel like ive been stuck inside this miniture box. Not being able to breath, Wanting to reach the Sky and be as tall as the trees, Catch the air up high and flow in the breeze,
Never And Always
Ill never be your soul mate, illl never be your match, ill never be what you what you want me to be, but weirdly still attached,
Never And Always
Ill never be your soul mate,
illl never be your match,
ill never be what you what you want me to be,
but weirdly still attached,
my heart will always remain broken,
ill never be able to start from scratch,
ill always be the lonely pumpkin who sits and rotts in a pumpkin patch,