I've been writing short stories and poems all my life. But since a recent broken heart my poems have become more of how i love this person, yet i'm not getting anything in return.
I'm a typical teenager, living life to the fullest. I love my friends... but love to write poetry just to get away from reality.
His eyes are telling a different story
One that does not compliment the one from his mouth
I hate you, leave me alone says his mouth
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Remember my smile
Remember my laugh
Remember the love that thrived for awhile
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Everyday gets easier
But it’s still hard to say goodbye
Every time you walk away
It hurts a little less each day
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Don't look at me like that
You just bring back the pain
Obviously you gain
From the the pain I feel
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