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My hidden heart wants to be found
Very few notice the disguise
Beneath the surface I hide my whole world
It can't be seen through wandering eyes
If people don't take time to show interest
Then they will never get inside
Deep within me lies my very best
But very few know of this side
Perhaps I just don't show enough
Because my heart offers so much
Maybe this is why my surface is so rough
People have used me as a crutch
Sometimes I'm too sensitive for my own good
I can't shut down this part of me
When I venture out I feel misunderstood
This hurts because I just want to be free
In the end I just want to be adored
Why must my lion's heart be hidden?
If I'm drawn out I might be restored
This world of mine shouldn't be forbidden
Very few notice the disguise
Beneath the surface I hide my whole world
It can't be seen through wandering eyes
If people don't take time to show interest
Then they will never get inside
Deep within me lies my very best
But very few know of this side
Perhaps I just don't show enough
Because my heart offers so much
Maybe this is why my surface is so rough
People have used me as a crutch
Sometimes I'm too sensitive for my own good
I can't shut down this part of me
When I venture out I feel misunderstood
This hurts because I just want to be free
In the end I just want to be adored
Why must my lion's heart be hidden?
If I'm drawn out I might be restored
This world of mine shouldn't be forbidden
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Excuses
He sleeps like a child without a voice. (And she listens like a child who cannot hear.)
He dreams like a stranger on a train. (And she watches like another fixated by his thoughts.)
He sighs like the first whisper of a rainstorm. (And she understands like the eve of the storm.)
He breathes like tomorrow is his last day. (And she reminds him that he will live longer than ever.)
He sings like a bird in the winds of the forest. (And she understands the sweetness of every note.)
He cries like the downpour in the desert. (And she climbs to the ends of the earth to make him smile.)
He loses his way like a deer out of the forest. (And she gui
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Promise Me
If I tied you to a tree
Told you to stay if you love me
Would I some day return to see
Your skeleton still there for me
Or would you be like everybody
And just abandon me?
If I beat you, almost to death
But then nursed you back to health
Would you love me like your breath
Or view me as the theft to your soul wealth?
If I tied you to a tree
Begged you to never leave me
Would you still try to get free
Never wanting to be near me
Or would you wait and see
If you're the one for me?
If I broke your bones,
Struck you with stones,
Then left you alone,
Would your heart still be my home?
If I tied you to a tree
Commanded you to wa
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The Death Within Life
Raging Seas
Dark skies
Endless tears
Cold fires
That is what life is.
No fairy godmothers
or knights in shining armor.
Only witches and cauldrons
recipes for disaster.
There are no three wishes
or steeds that fly.
No hero, no powers,
certainly no rewinds.
Life is but time
flowing forward.
Spent by little moments
we call ours.
It is never enough,
not once.
Fragments engraved
they're left to remain.
Not even our mind, our knowledge
can prolong our hours.
To live them as they come
seconds remembered, never forgotten.
To let them pass
by our envy and our pride.
No wonder we are fools
both then and now.
Not one of us
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This poem is fairly personal. I've really gotten back to being myself for the first time in a while these last fives days, and I've been taking a good hard look at myself. I've just.. been analyzing myself a lot, doing a lot of thinking, doing some self exploration. I really want to improve myself, and I really want to be more open. I'm tired of being so closed off and withdrawn.
I want to be a bit more open, to explore, to learn, to experience. I want so much. I want to grow. But I also want to adored, and I want to be wanted for who I am. I want to be loved, valued. There is so much I want. It's going to take a lot of work, but I've got this.
I want to be a bit more open, to explore, to learn, to experience. I want so much. I want to grow. But I also want to adored, and I want to be wanted for who I am. I want to be loved, valued. There is so much I want. It's going to take a lot of work, but I've got this.
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Very welcome done.