Submissions by squishybeyybayy
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
My Mysterious Lover...
MY MYSTERIOUS LOVER
My mysterious lover, Oh, how I love thee your penetrating eyes see through me But can you see the real me? Can you see how I feel about you truly? Your guard is up always. Those walls you built are never down. Is there a way to get through to you? I'm not afraid of your rough exterior I see through you to your struggling interior your heart has been torn and shredded the tape you use to hold it together, is barely holding my eyes can't hold back my tears of sorrow for you. I want to help your heart heal, putting it back together with you. But I know your heart does not...
My mysterious lover, Oh, how I love thee your penetrating eyes see through me But can you see the real me? Can you see how I feel about you truly? Your guard is up always. Those walls you built are never down. Is there a way to get through to you? I'm not afraid of your rough exterior I see through you to your struggling interior your heart has been torn and shredded the tape you use to hold it together, is barely holding my eyes can't hold back my tears of sorrow for you. I want to help your heart heal, putting it back together with you. But I know your heart does not...
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shattered being
Im...A lil unstable
But that probably comes as
No surprise to you.
After-all Im standing here
With two fist full of shattered dreams
frozen in place by tears I caught
Rolling off my cold shoulder and
broken nails from constantly scratching
the surface of a stone heart
You see I fell through the cracks
of a broken home So
that explains the scraped elbow
the bruised knees?
They come from Praying.
Not To Mention
Two Broken Shoulders from Holdin
the weight of the world
My Body has been through It all
Yet I keep pushin...
But that probably comes as
No surprise to you.
After-all Im standing here
With two fist full of shattered dreams
frozen in place by tears I caught
Rolling off my cold shoulder and
broken nails from constantly scratching
the surface of a stone heart
You see I fell through the cracks
of a broken home So
that explains the scraped elbow
the bruised knees?
They come from Praying.
Not To Mention
Two Broken Shoulders from Holdin
the weight of the world
My Body has been through It all
Yet I keep pushin...
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