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Darling, there was always a difference between
who you are and how you made me feel;
Instant competition, perfect opposition,
I just chose to turn my compass backwards.
I cared too much about how the poison tasted
to notice I was drinking it while
forcing it down your throat.
I was too blind in bliss to see that
when we kissed, you spit it all in my mouth.
And when you gave me a mocking grin
while watching my body decay at your feet,
I wonder why did I always see
a loving smile?
I guess that's why our hearts are not eyes
and they beat on the left -
there's nothing right about loving blindly.
who you are and how you made me feel;
Instant competition, perfect opposition,
I just chose to turn my compass backwards.
I cared too much about how the poison tasted
to notice I was drinking it while
forcing it down your throat.
I was too blind in bliss to see that
when we kissed, you spit it all in my mouth.
And when you gave me a mocking grin
while watching my body decay at your feet,
I wonder why did I always see
a loving smile?
I guess that's why our hearts are not eyes
and they beat on the left -
there's nothing right about loving blindly.
Literature
Signed, Anonymous
That's what they call me,
Two legs and two arms,
Two eyes but only one heart,
And still I'm apart from this world,
My name is different,
But my face remains the same,
And it's a shame that they call me
Pitiful, a disgrace; inhumane.
I might as well brand it on my forehead,
And wear my titles with pride,
After all, it's just a name?
What do I have to hide …?
Just a box of secrets, left in the dark,
An unstitched doll with a broken heart,
A letter, a rose and a glass of wine,
And a fine drawn line
Depicting the difference between love,
And a waste of time.
Oh, show me mercy,
For I never meant no harm,
But I've got you
Literature
When in love
I wonder if you could sense how I feel when I look at you,
Tilting my head to the side when I smile with you.
The way I feel when I listen to you,
The anticipation in my stomach right before seeing you.
I could hold my breath counting the number of stars I see in your eyes,
Stretch my fingertips to graze the surface of your lips,
And slowly, tenderly,
Fall in love with the way you look at me every time.
I sometimes wonder if you could see all this in my eyes,
Recognize the feeling of my heart in my voice,
Feel the tenderness of my mind lost in translation,
A heart wavering like an angel hair in the wind.
Literature
Why Does It Have to be You?
Yes, yes, I know.
This is a mistake...
loving you, that is.
Yes, I know last time it ended badly,
but can I deny my heart of what
it truly wants?
I try, darling,
really I do.
But I'm addicted to you.
Love is a curse - binding me to the depths of hell...
all because its unrequited?
How is that fair?
You light up my world
and make me smile.
It's an impressing feat these days.
I blush when I read your texts.
I smile when I send one back,
blushing, of course.
Why are you the one that races through my mind?
Why are you the one invading my dreams?
And most of all...
Why do I still love you?
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“Perhaps our eyes need to be washed by our tears once in a while, so that we can see Life with a clearer view again.”
-Alex Tan
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-Alex Tan
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I loved the last few lines. Another remarkable poem. Flows beautifully and has that raw, poetic, emotional feel to it <3