You forget me.I expose and you watch.
You watch, you judge, I see that you receive.
Somewhere, somehow, you have the nerve of pushing it away.
Pushing me away.
You forget to count me in.
You forget to paint me in the picture
You forget me.
The book called my life.My hand is on my chest, everytime your name fills my head. Nothing left to fill my heart, without you here. Without the knowing of your return, if you'll ever.The book called my life.
It's like a book you can't lay down. This book just ended. I'll keep reading it untill I get sick of it. The tragic thing is, I allready know the ending. Every word is graved into my memorie. Every tear this book cost, repeats at the same words.
This book cannot be burned. These pages cannot be distroyed. The words on the back of this book sting like the knife you put in my back, at the moment you sai
yeah... FINE[MYNEWSONG]yeah... FINE
Yeaaaahhh ... I guess so. Well yeah, I guess it did. I guess it did has to turn out, this way.
You pulled me in, no permission. You stole my heart, without even asking. You rocked my world, without a doubt. You crushed it, no reason.
How could you? Why would you? Who are you? And where does this leave, me?
Did you think I deserved this? Did you really think I needed this? I guess so. So if this is where I end up, so if this is where it leaves me, fine, fine, fine, FINE!
You pulled me in, no
You are mine.The moon, the sun, the earth, all too big, too out of reach. Your voice nudged my heart, when it failed to remember how to keep me alive. You twirl around my sun.You are mine.
Happiness, love, forever&always, all too big, too out of reach. Your arms held me together, until the whole in my heart was filled. You are the key to happiness and all that logically follows.
Dreams, hopes, wishes, mine are all too big, too out of reach. Your heart granted all of them. You keep my lunges from suffering the burning feeling of the nothingness. You are my air.
| Hello there! My name is Simone and I am from Holland. I'm 17 years old. I write poems, and I like to take pictures. I'm not very good at taking pictures for the good reason; I have a sucky camera and I have no money to buy a good one. I take pictures of me, objects, my friends, and my cat. When you see pictures of me, my eyes will ( most of the time ) be the center of the picture. For the simple reason, I think they are the best thing about me  .I write poems since I was like.. 13 or something. I started with writing songs. I sing. But I enjoy writing poems more. Why? I don't know, so don't ask. Further questions about me or my work? Let me know, all questions are welcome, up to a sertain limit ofcourse  .xoxo Simone. |
Neglect
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She went left at Mr. right.
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Wish, Want, Hope, Dream.
I am a poetry administrator for =DailyLitDeviations
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Wish, Want, Hope, Dream.
I am a poetry administrator for =DailyLitDeviations
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She went left at Mr. right.
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She went left at Mr. right.
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Because days come and go but my feelings for you are forever
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Starry nights, city lights
Coming down over me
Skyscrapers and stargazers
In my head
The rage and love, the story of my life... [29/09/09 Always]
*xxLotti (Lot Division ^^) Made my avatar *v*
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