Poem | I Thought I Was Beautiful (#179)

I am the flower, you are the bee. All the while I’d willingly wait, trying to be as sweet, wanting to give you a treat.

You are the bee, you’d come around, flying up high as I look at you from the ground.

I am Lois Lane, staring up, you are my superman and I’m waiting for you to come down.

But like a flower I could not leave where I’ve been standing. And like a bee, I know you’d soon be stinging.

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Poem | The Choice I’ll Make (#178)

(not a poem)

I didn’t lose track of my life the moment I met you. You didn’t keep my dreams from coming true. I was done wanting to be the queen of the world. I’m done lining up for fame trying so hard for people to know my name.

They say you’ll just let me down; you had my dreams flying away the moment you came around. But trust me, there’s more to that than what you’ve done. The second your eyes met mine, the minute you spoke the truth from your heart instead of your mind, I knew I’m through with keeping my life following one same dull line. You didn’t ruin me, you did not do anything to let me forget who I was supposed to be. In fact, you made me realize what I really want the most in life.

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Poem | The Choice I’ll Make (#178)

(not a poem)

I didn’t lose track of my life the moment I met you. You didn’t keep my dreams from coming true. I was done wanting to be the queen of the world. I’m done lining up for fame trying so hard for people to know my name.

They say you’ll just let me down; you had my dreams flying away the moment you came around. But trust me, there’s more to that than what you’ve done. The second your eyes met mine, the minute you spoke the truth from your heart instead of your mind, I knew I’m through with keeping my life following one same dull line. You didn’t ruin me, you did not do anything to let me forget who I was supposed to be. In fact, you made me realize what I really want the most in life.

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Poem | Poetry Stained (#177)

Help me, I’m poetry stained. The words are drowning me, grabbing me the moment I get a grip f reality. Reality, that’s where I ought to be, but here I am, finding solace in the complicated phrases of every fiction in front of me. Hold my hand, pull me until I could finally stand the cruelty of the world that’s too far from where I wanted it to be.

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