The mirror shatters like rain,
Everything now is just numb with pain,
How long can i take trying to pretend?
Well, i guess that it will never ever end.
Words of love are just words,
Action, that is a stronger impact,
I need no other word but understanding,
Wondering when will it all end.
I hate the truth, it hurts,
It cut me, no, no i am not made from stone,
I cry, I fall and I bleed,
You don't know that, you think i am invisible.
Love me as the second best,
In the past, the present and the future?
What was my mistake to your acts?
This inhuman curelty, leads to tears.
Will you love me if i was prettier,
Will you love me if i was not shy?
What if i die? Will you laugh?
Sick of people threating me,
Like a stone, dead and an object,
Why is it always me?
Me, that always comes as...,
The second best.
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- Carina
- sassy, classy, intelligent, bold, all and all a women's woman...LOL!! No, that's what my brother thinks of me. He can be wrong but why does it matter anymore anyway? I am just the person i am and want to be~ Me!
3 comments:
Not bad of a poem but you need to be careful with your choices of words...you know what i mean. I feel that parts of it was just made up. You need to be more personal and real. By the way, i love that colour it stands out...vibrant=)
By the way, i have tagged you for "The Blogosphere's Most Unknown Bachelor/ bachelore..." that means you have to answer it! Have fun=)
i'm ck's fren. jz dropping by to say hi & i love d design n layout. it's a good starting point. hope u cn come up wf sth dif fr d norm. i believe you wld churn some great stuff in no time.
ps: u don't alwys hv 2 follw wd ck says. don't live in hs shadows. sometimes, it's good 2 go against d flow. be yr own woman!
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