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all right. i need to rave. i'm fuggin pissed off cuz the computer just deleted the ENTIRE thing i wrote. *hypervenolates* ok...
well i wish i were gifted with words, but unfortunatly my brain hates me. so here are some thoughts of mine in which i have tried to express through what i like to call feelings typed on a computer screen that i wish i could call poetry.
Please Stand By
Looking back,
reading your words,
seeing how i meant so little to you.
But now i have come accross
something that means so much more.
Its a photograph of you.
You've changed so much, whether you want to admit it or not
And No matter how much i want to pretend,
I don't think you care.
I haven't heard you say 'I Love You' in a long time.
I'm wondering if you still do.
So do you?
Or is all this fake happiness just a lie?
Maybe i just haven't been listening.
I hope i just didn't hear you profess your undying love to me
because the silence was just too loud
Do you remember me?
Or have you forgotten?
You used to say that i was the reason you breath.
Am i now just the reason you hide behind your thick rimmed glasses,
and fuzzy sweaters?
Kristen Bates ©
In This Block
i hate my words, i think i'll eat them away.
these words spilling out of my mouth and brain
are delusional fuck-ups from this english dictionary which i chose to throw at the mirror
in which the truth is shown through my eyes
these dark kept secrets and lies
pictures of you make me cry in my sleep
while i'm curl-ed up on my floor dreaming of you back in my arms
and hopless sentences that die on my lips
because all i'm really trying to say is
'I Love You'
Kristen Bates ©
well i wish i were gifted with words, but unfortunatly my brain hates me. so here are some thoughts of mine in which i have tried to express through what i like to call feelings typed on a computer screen that i wish i could call poetry.
Please Stand By
Looking back,
reading your words,
seeing how i meant so little to you.
But now i have come accross
something that means so much more.
Its a photograph of you.
You've changed so much, whether you want to admit it or not
And No matter how much i want to pretend,
I don't think you care.
I haven't heard you say 'I Love You' in a long time.
I'm wondering if you still do.
So do you?
Or is all this fake happiness just a lie?
Maybe i just haven't been listening.
I hope i just didn't hear you profess your undying love to me
because the silence was just too loud
Do you remember me?
Or have you forgotten?
You used to say that i was the reason you breath.
Am i now just the reason you hide behind your thick rimmed glasses,
and fuzzy sweaters?
Kristen Bates ©
In This Block
i hate my words, i think i'll eat them away.
these words spilling out of my mouth and brain
are delusional fuck-ups from this english dictionary which i chose to throw at the mirror
in which the truth is shown through my eyes
these dark kept secrets and lies
pictures of you make me cry in my sleep
while i'm curl-ed up on my floor dreaming of you back in my arms
and hopless sentences that die on my lips
because all i'm really trying to say is
'I Love You'
Kristen Bates ©