Submissions by Brette
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SELF POEM
Published
26th Oct 2012 4:54pm
26th Oct 2012 4:54pm
Flashback
My moving without sucess,
brings my days down less.
The things worth to protect,
give me the most drowning effect.
I can't bring you around,
When I can't get up from the ground.
I can't just let you go,
My mind just doesn't know.
I'm rising to an end.
i am starting to descend.
I know it's hard to move on,
because once you left, you'll be gone.
I'll be stuck in this tragedy,
And no one can save me.
brings my days down less.
The things worth to protect,
give me the most drowning effect.
I can't bring you around,
When I can't get up from the ground.
I can't just let you go,
My mind just doesn't know.
I'm rising to an end.
i am starting to descend.
I know it's hard to move on,
because once you left, you'll be gone.
I'll be stuck in this tragedy,
And no one can save me.
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1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
26th Oct 2012 4:39pm
26th Oct 2012 4:39pm
Out Of Reach
How'd I let you slip away ?
What's wrong with what I say?
It's fine, I'll never be okay.
What is left as dismay,
is what I will always delay.
It's difficult to comply,
when I can only cry.
Was everything unreal?
The parts of me you couldn't conseal,
Were they the feeling you would never feel?
Or the secrets that I would never reveal,
My past will never heal.
What's wrong with what I say?
It's fine, I'll never be okay.
What is left as dismay,
is what I will always delay.
It's difficult to comply,
when I can only cry.
Was everything unreal?
The parts of me you couldn't conseal,
Were they the feeling you would never feel?
Or the secrets that I would never reveal,
My past will never heal.
509 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
26th Oct 2012 5:05am
26th Oct 2012 5:05am
How Many Steps Till' You Fall ?
When I try my best,
I fall to my worst.
I stay without the rest.
I was left to be cursed.
For the day I was born,
I was ripped apart and torn.
I'll find a place to get you through,
No one can speak, I can't help you.
I fall to my worst.
I stay without the rest.
I was left to be cursed.
For the day I was born,
I was ripped apart and torn.
I'll find a place to get you through,
No one can speak, I can't help you.
635 reads
3 Comments
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