Unlike her
Catastrophe
I know that I was the one Because I know all the stars in the sky I know that I was special for you Because with me your sadness was dying I know that I was good for you Because you were smiling while looking in my eyes I know that with me you were new Because you were lying between my thighs Unlike her I was by your side… Unlike her I was looking into your eyes Unlike her I was so proud of you Unlike her I was growing with you… I know that I made you to feel young Because with me you were not afraid to take a risk I know that we were happy Because we were lying between the bricks I know that your tears were real Because you have told me stories that no one knew I knew that soon we will disappear Because the last time I left, you did not say “see you”… Unlike her I am being myself Unlike her I am not someone else Unlike her I was holding your hand Unlike her I was not refusing to have sex But you are still with her… You still prefer her… Maybe she is got something that I don’t have I guess now you don’t care Seems like you are somewhere With her...
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deadone
Even though i love this poem .... i can not like sonone elses pain but have my heart as it weeps with u through this poem
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2018-08-23 05:22:33
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@deadone thank you 💙
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2018-08-23 06:27:11
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JENOVA JACKSON CHASE
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تُومِي.
و مَا الّذي يجعلُ مصطلحُ الوردة قبِيحة؟ -مَا الّذي تنتظرهُ من وردةٍ واجهت ريَاح عاتية ؛ وتُربة قَاحلة و بتلَاتٍ منهَا قَد ترَاخت أرضًا ، مَا الّذي ستصبحهُ برأيك؟
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Question 1?/Вопрос 1?
shadowlinxxx morgan
The girl that questions everything,is a girl that needs many answers.She wanders the earth trying to find the person that can answer her many queries.Everthing she writes has a hidden question that makes her heart ache and her head hurt.She spends days writing sad story's that she forgets her sad life.Shes in a painful story that never ends,she's in a story that writes itself.The pages in the book were filled ever so easy,because her heart wrote it for her.She spent her life being afraid,that's what made it so boring.Finding her passion was easy,but fulfilling it was the hardest part of all.Her writing may be boring and sad,but it's what keeps her sane. "She had all the questions in the word,and he had all the answers." Lillian xx
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