Submissions by HardHeart
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Dear Boy
Dear Boy,
I do not know who you are, or where or when we will meet, but I do hope it’s soon.vWhen we do meet I hope you love me for me. And not hope for someone who is thinner or prettier. I hope you won’t compare me with girls who have brighter smiles. I hope you will make me laugh, my true laugh not my fake one. I hope you take care of me when I’m sick and are trustworthily.
I hope you remember that I don’t have a favorite flower; Roses are so typical I would rather daisies or something that you think it beautiful. And that my favorite color changes with my mood. And...
I do not know who you are, or where or when we will meet, but I do hope it’s soon.vWhen we do meet I hope you love me for me. And not hope for someone who is thinner or prettier. I hope you won’t compare me with girls who have brighter smiles. I hope you will make me laugh, my true laugh not my fake one. I hope you take care of me when I’m sick and are trustworthily.
I hope you remember that I don’t have a favorite flower; Roses are so typical I would rather daisies or something that you think it beautiful. And that my favorite color changes with my mood. And...
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No longer will I trust
Don’t ask me why I’m so angry
Your don’t know because you don’t care
We were friends for too long and now I’m thrown to the side because
You found someone to fuck you at the end of the night.
Jealous is something I am not, mad is what I’ve become
This anger consumes me and everything I do
Friends I thought we were, you told me best friends
But how quickly I am tossed aside
I remember when my words used to sing with
Praise warming the coldest of hearts
Not each word I speak is dipped in rage each word
is a poisonous dart waiting for its...
Your don’t know because you don’t care
We were friends for too long and now I’m thrown to the side because
You found someone to fuck you at the end of the night.
Jealous is something I am not, mad is what I’ve become
This anger consumes me and everything I do
Friends I thought we were, you told me best friends
But how quickly I am tossed aside
I remember when my words used to sing with
Praise warming the coldest of hearts
Not each word I speak is dipped in rage each word
is a poisonous dart waiting for its...
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