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For you

This one is for YOU!
People are always asking me, why can't you write something nice and happy for once?, poetry doesn't always have to be so sad, it can be happy to.

I'll tell you why, its where I get my fuel to burn the fire. The flame of hurt and pain comes from the heart and its where you fell love from. My heart has been destroyed and healed and crushed again.( I know everyone has at least felt this once in their lives).

This is when I tell myself because of you, I'm afraid to open it up ever again, its why I keep a distance, and why I have a stone wall blocking it from getting stabbed once again. I can't write about being so gleeful and how life is so great.( life can be great, I know this, and of course it has its up's and downs, learn and move on, I know)

Words come from your heart and soul, and mine is black as the night, cold as the winter?, hidden away so that no one can see. I made the mistake years ago of being a naive kid and wore it out on my sleeve,(we've all have) and I've learned to forgive even when you don't deserve it because you left without a word, but I forgave, but I'll never forget and if we shall cross paths once again I will burn you the way you burned me, and I won't make you forget the hurt and pain you caused. maybe we'll get over it and move on.

I try to move on day after day, but when I think of that face, I think of hate. I see every person I've tried to let myself go and open up my heart, but I can't trust myself enough or I don't think I'm good enough for anyone. Yeah I've learnerd to burry the past and move on, be happy and focus on me for a change.

Write about love: your heart feeds off of pain well at least I think mine does. I wanna feel love, but I don't think I will? They say that there one person out there for everyone, maybe so but as for me, who knows, maybe someday.

Be happy: how can I be happy, when I'm disappointed, one after another, my heart is burried deep within my cheast, if I let it show , will you hurt it?

Trust: who? Its hard when all people do if fuck with you. and tell you lies and breaks every single promise, and back stabs you. sure I have friends, I keep them close, but only close enough.

I won't be afraid, but I got to sleep with one eye open when it come to my heart and hold back of my emotions.

You say write something happy: maybe someday when things aren't so grey.

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Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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