THESE ARE MINE NOT YOURS MINE
all poems copywrite© ME(Jacqualine Jenkins) MINE no touchy lol you can use them if you ask tho so i don't sound too mean lol
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Tears fall like rain. From eyes sore with pain. Screams lost in the night time breeze. Scars that I hope no one else ever sees. Happiness locked away somewhere. Trapped in a life that seems dark and unfair. Over my head in sadness. That seems like it will never pass. Hiding behind yet another mask. Wanting help, but unsure of who to ask. Searching for lost hope. As I near the end of sanity’s rope. Wishing it would all just end. But then again, hoping it doesn’t…because of that one special friend.Nightmare
This has to be a nightmare…I must be asleep… This pain cant really be mine to keep I cant wait until I’m awake. Because not much more of this nightmare I can take… This nightmare keeps getting worse… Maybe my dreams are under a curse… Things in this nightmare seem so untrue.. But at the same time realistic… Maybe im hallucinating…maybe this has to be one of my mind’s tricks… The only way this could get worse would be for it to be real… Now I realize the true nightmare…this is how I really feel…Distorted Beauty To most i have no beauty. I'm nothing anyone really likes to see. I'm just another work of distorted beauty. I wish someone would look at me differently. i just want one person. To see beyond the distortion. Does anyone have another perspective? Do they know first judgments can be so deceptive? Is the distortion making everything too unclear? Does my appearace make me one to fear? I guess this will just be wishful thinking. It must be true, so let the remarks continue to ring. As the distorted beauty. Begins to overtake me.
I'll Just Lie I'll just lie. I'll just tell you i didn't cry. I'll just tell you im ok. I'll just tell you it's better this way. I'll just lie. But secretly hope we can give it another try. I'll just tell you we both need to move on. But know i won't be able to once you're gone. I'll just lie. no you didn't make me cry. Yes i'm fine. It's better of you're not mine. I've already gotton over you. I'll tell you this and know none of it is true.
Lesson From A Shattered Heart My heart is laying, shattered on the ground. It no longer makes a single sound. I lay here crying. Watching as it lay before me dying. It lays there, helplessly whimpering. The one who shattered it is the only one who knows the sweet lullaby to sing. I wonder how long until it gives up. My eyes feel like an overflowing cup. I wonder how much fight it has left in it. I wonder how long it will take to forget. My hearts already fragile beating starts to slow. For it the end is near..i just know. But it attempts to get up and falls. It's trapped by self-created walls. It made them for protection. I told it to never love again. But it runs to the one it was shattered by. Asking for him to sing it a lullaby...and give it another try. I let it go. Maybe i do still love him, and my heart just wants me to know...
