I just want to be the sunshine to somebody’s day
Be the one who makes them smile
Just by saying their name
Be their confidant on any given day
I just want to be their best friend
I want to care so much about them
I get mad
Whenever you’re mad
Because we’re mad
I just care so much about
I want you to feel loved 24/7
Even if the words never leave my mouth
You know where my hearts stands
I wanna grow old when somebody’s child
Somebody’s child meaning you
I wanna grow old with you
Have someone to experience the world with
Have someone to hold me when I cry
And be there for me
I want all of this
And I still can’t
Muster up the courage
To say hi
I know one day it will happen
I just can’t wait until the day
Because in this cold and lonely world
All I want is you
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Dymone Smith
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The Scourge of God
You punctured too many holes into my heart. I had to carry in my arms like a sieve. I had to go numb worse than novocaine to preserve myself. I was forced to realize that we had simply run out of time. A prison made to keep us together out of nostalgia. I had my illusions but you completely shattered them. You had to prove you could do better than me. But loyalty cannot be bought, it can only be given. What drove us together was a spark that quickly dwindled. We called it love but settling resembles hope too much. You were too far away even when you were right beside me. I didn't want you closer, I wanted you to be something you could never be. You weren't searching for the truth like I was, you just wanted to cover up your mishaps. You couldn't fill the holes you created so you found a clean slate instead. The chasm in between just caused more space to ignore. You're no longer any of my concern. You told your lies in order to survive. I had to levitate myself in order to burn. Two worlds divided in order for us to finally die. I don't know when but this lesson has got to be learned. You were the salt in the wound I didn't think I deserved. You tried to take credit for all the accomplishments I knew I would earn. This pain isn't mine anymore, now it's your turn
By Anna Torres7 days ago in Poets
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