Poetry A Day.

Thursday, June 30, 2011 ★ 8:25 AM

What am I to you,

If not more than a face in the sea,

do my words reach and touch you, like how I planned?

I can't help but ponder,

Wonder, my true placing.

I can't help but try,

But if I don't mean no nothing,

I'll disappear, a thorn out of your flesh.

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Sunday, June 26, 2011 ★ 12:20 AM

whats holding you back,

im at your front door knocking,

isnt my effort heard?

open up to me,

thats what i want.

because you deserve more,

than some jerk who hurt you.

the past is always ugly,

yes i've gotta agree with you,

but what he let go was something i would not,

because you're something beautiful,

something great.

so hey girl,

whats holding you back?

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Monday, June 20, 2011 ★ 6:23 AM

How do I live, without the one I love, I need you to know, you're something, everthing Im looking for, too many hardships have destroyed me, I need this to work. This journey never seems to end, so please just stay for awhile, can you take a good look, it's all a wreck, the day will come but I don't want to leave you, oh please do see the mr right, in me, hear the melody I'm playing for you. I'm too young to die, too old for these disappointments.

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Wednesday, June 15, 2011 ★ 4:03 PM

i wasnt thinking clearly,

it was a moment of folly,

the want to get back, the need to start afresh.

oh what can i say, it got me down,

it took my senses out,

it turned my mind off.

so turn around,

continue this distance i created,

for that was a moment of folly,

goodbye,

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★ 2:56 PM

its not measured by distance,

by words, neither by actions,

thats true love.

its the reason for the words we choose,

the actions we take,

the amount of distance we're willing to travel.

break it apart, you may try,

me is what you'll destroy,

but not the feelings.

at the world's end,

without a hint of sound,

or the slightest action,

i'll be there waiting,

with ever lasting true love.

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Monday, June 13, 2011 ★ 6:29 AM

Words can't describe this moment, pathetic, if I needed to.

Every chance was a failure in disguise, every love was a mistake in the making. It never seemed to kill me, maybe I was already dead.

I'm like a fisherman who can't fish,

A gunner who misses every shot.

When will I haul a great catch,

Hit my target,

And find someone true.

Hope, faith and heart,

I hold on tightly,

Tightly enough for one final try.

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