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Are you a poet and no one knows it? Then go ahead and share some of your poems with us, no matter how dark and brooding or carefree, or perhaps even insightful.

I like holding her hand,
Holding her in my arms
Never wanting to let go
Never saying goodbye,
Wishing the kiss lasted forever.

Her smile brightens my day
And her presence is even greater
For then I know I will always Love her
And with every Hug and Kiss
Our relationship grows stronger.

I feel sad when she cries,
Wanting to make things better,
But all I can do is tell her
That I will always be there.
And I just want her to know
that I will always Love her.

I Love You
My knees start to weaken
At the first sight of your face
My heart starts to melt
At the thought of your embrace

Your love flows through me
Like a river flows down its path
Your kiss lifts me up so high
I could probably fall to my death

I really wish that
When I looked into your eyes I could see
Exactly how it is that
You feel about me

I get nervous when you're around me
I feel I could cry when you're away
I dream about you
Every night and day

I want you to know
My last three words will always remain true
Regardless of what I may say or do
You'll always know that
I love you.

Her dad was a drunk
Her mom was an addict
Her parents kept her
Locked up in an attic
Her only friend
was a little toy bear
It was old and worn out
And had patches of hair
She always talked to it
When no one was around
She lays there and hugs it
Not a peep of sound
Until her parents
unlock the door
Some more and more pain
She'll have to endore
A bruise on her leg
A scar on her face
Why is she living
In such a horrible place?
But she grabs her bear
And softly cries
She loves her parents
But they want her to die
She sits in the corner
Quiet but thinking,
" God, why? Why is
My life always sinking? "
Such a bad life
For a sad little kid
She'd get beaten and beaten
For anything she did
Then one night
Her mom came home high
The poor child was hit and slapped
As hours went by
Then her mom suddenly
Grabbed for a blade
It was sharp and pointy
One that she made
She thrusted the blade
Right in the girl's chest,
" You deserve to die
You worthless pest! "
The mom walked out
Leaving the girl slowly dying
She grabbed her bear
And again started crying
The police showed up
At the small little house
They quickly barged in
Everything was as quiet as a mouse
One officer slowly
Opened a door
To find the sad little girl
Lying on the floor
It must have been bad
To go through so much harm
But at least she died
With her best friend in arm




(I found this a couple minutes ago on someone's profile, so it's definately not mine. It just reminded me of a friend I used to have. Thankfully she didn't die, though. Her parents were eventually arrested.)

Yesh, why, yesh it was.