in New York
Look what you've done to me.
Can you not see the tears spill?
They burn and pour endlessly
Down my fiery red cheeks.
Look what you've done to me.
Can you not see the pain I feel?
It shows in my eyes,
And stings in my heart.
Look what you've done to me.
Can you not see the blood?
It streams from my crippled veins,
That you so carelessly cut.
Look what you've done to me.
Can you not see the wrong?
You've left a woman behind
Heartbroken.
Look what you've done to me.
Can you not see the loneliness?
I feel it return now,
A shadow darker than before.
Look what you've done to me.
Can you not see the crushed dream?
You have given it to me
And then blew it away.
Look what you've done to me.
Can you not see the sadness I feel?
I was once happy
Until you said goodbye.
Look what you've done to me.
Can you not see the love I still feel?
You had returned this love once
A long time ago.
Look what you've done to me.
Can you not see the life you've ruined?
And yet you still go on
As if you've left nothing behind.
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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I love Red&Black. I love my music. I love wolves. I love my friends. I love my parents and family. I love someone. I love my life. But most of all, I Love The Lord My God... I'm sorry if the truth hurts...
Kava... Come on!!! Please,
Kava...
Come on!!! Please, please, please, you're pretty much breaking all of our hearts here on KP with this sudden gushing of sad poems!
LOL. Write, write, and write if that;s what helps you get over it, but PLEASE, get over it as soon as you can!
We love you here, even though I've barely exchanged a couple of words with you ;)
And it's not nice to see you... I don't know. I just hope you aren't experiencing the same things you're writing.
The secret to good writing? Just tend to skip WRITING the parts readers tend to skip READING.
Paige: Thank you...I did
Paige: Thank you...I did listen. It certainly lifted my spirits. Thank you so much!
Maryam: I'm so sorry...I
Maryam: I'm so sorry...I just feel so broken. No need to pay attention to me. Don't bother with my poems either. I don't want you to hurt for me. There's enough pain coming from me alone.
Thank you, Maryam.
:) :( this is a great poem,
:) :( this is a great poem, best one i think, that i've read so far out of your sad ones, i mean...still its really upsetting :( *dont worry be happy now do do doo di do di da do da da dida di da da do da di da di da da di daaaa* you know that fish that sings...i used to haveone of those...but i think it ran out of batteries...huh lol anywayyyssssss oh yeah , you dont really know me, well my name is Cassandra but Calla gave me the nickname Kanga...well i wont tell you my life story, it'sin my bio....if you wanna check it out :)
so yeah...grrrrrreaaaat writer!! especially poems and that love used for crime ..yeah well hope everything turns out happy :) it always does XD
uhh cya :))))
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"Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery, today is the present that's why they call it a gift." -- my RE teacher and that kung foo turtle
Kanga: *laughs* I hope to
Kanga: *laughs* I hope to meet your singing fish someday! Oh, and do put some new batteries into it!
I'm extremely glad that you liked this poem. I will try to put an end to the darkness, and bring forth the light. It will just take time. How long? I have no answer for you..I'm sorry.
lol yeah i need new
lol yeah i need new batteries!
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"Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery, today is the present that's why they call it a gift." -- my RE teacher and that kung foo turtle