Emotions I feel they turn to none
I broke, I broke, them one by one
The smile that I had through all these years
It bears, it bears, these hateful tears
The scars that I have, I gulped although
They hurt, they hurt, but you wouldn't know
And if it is true you should admit
You didn't notice it
Words you say that we can't see
They hit and they are killing me
You don't know how I feel inside
You don't know just how much I tried
Light thats burned out by now
I try to get it back somehow
The "I" it slowly turned the "me" into what is "lies"
Only lies
It has been said, and as of
It has been said, and as of this day, I do concur---"Verbalization is the longest and biggest lie that has ever been told". Your poem---'ripping life to a baby born of this human frailty'. Good write!! (good right)
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
Red and Black
I can not see this. Old eyes ~allets