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The hurt that's deep, the pains we keep.
Remove our hearts from harm.
When passion's felt with fleeting feet
we cry out in alarm.
And bury love, a shallow grave;
are we so afraid to live?
To reap the pain, or rich reward,
when our hearts do we give.
Have no remorse, don't feel regret.
Lethargy's not your friend.
If life's not what you're doing now
has your soul met its end?
Don't close yourself, experience,
a teacher to us all.
For soon enough the strongest fortress
meets its bitter fall.
Surround yourself with emptiness;
find out too late it's true.
How quickly life, and all it holds,
is swept away from you.
Remove our hearts from harm.
When passion's felt with fleeting feet
we cry out in alarm.
And bury love, a shallow grave;
are we so afraid to live?
To reap the pain, or rich reward,
when our hearts do we give.
Have no remorse, don't feel regret.
Lethargy's not your friend.
If life's not what you're doing now
has your soul met its end?
Don't close yourself, experience,
a teacher to us all.
For soon enough the strongest fortress
meets its bitter fall.
Surround yourself with emptiness;
find out too late it's true.
How quickly life, and all it holds,
is swept away from you.
Okay, my second poetic submission, further up the timeline. I was 18.
I wrote this for a friend who was madly infatuated with a mutual friend. I helped organize a moment for them to be together since I knew the feelings were mutual. She blew the guy off though, and acted very rude to him. When I asked her why, she said it was because she didn't want to get hurt. It made sense, but it seemed a sad sort of sense to me.
I wrote this for a friend who was madly infatuated with a mutual friend. I helped organize a moment for them to be together since I knew the feelings were mutual. She blew the guy off though, and acted very rude to him. When I asked her why, she said it was because she didn't want to get hurt. It made sense, but it seemed a sad sort of sense to me.
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i love it, i write poetry, albet not very good poetry, and i have to say, i love it.