She scrawls over my skin,
Creating words I’ve never known,
To get things out of her brain,
The things that remained unknown,
I soak in all the pain,
Of the love spent in vain,
Of the spirits of lost souls,
Of the night spent breaking down walls,
She bleeds in black and blue,
Until she’s free,
And all the others call it,
Poetry.
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Well written!
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Thank you! 🙂
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Beautiful !
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Thank you! 🙂
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This is beautiful. Is this youu?
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Thanks! I think, this is a lot of people, not just me. 😋
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Soo. You’re sad. Mhmmm. Whyyy na. You should be happy na.
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I’m fine, really. 🙂
Thanks for your concern.
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Whenever a girl says she’s fine, that means she’s not. So.
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No.
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What no? Anyways if you want to stay like this then so be it. Take care.
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Well, thanks. 🙂
I’m fine really, and I’ll stay fine.
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Well you’re lying ofc. Because Anyone can easily decipher the mood a person has. And youu need to be great, not ‘fine’.
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Beautifully expressed
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Thank you! 🙂
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My pleasure
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Well expressed !!
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Thank you! 🙂
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Beautiful!
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Thank you! 😀
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This is beautifully haunting
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Thank you! 🙂
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Yeah ! totally relatable❤
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Glad you could relate. 😀 ❤
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Nice poem
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Thanks! 🙂
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Beautiful!
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Thank you! 🙂
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This is very well done and the rhyme does not feel forced at all, good job! I’m hosting a poetry contest you might be interested in! NO entry fee but there are prizes including publicity for your poem on my blog 😀
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Thank you! I’ll definitely try to participate. 😀 thanks for the invitation! 😀
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You’re welcome, I’d love to read another poem from you
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Sure! Will post as soon as something pops up in my mind. 😀
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Beautifully written, thank you for sharing.
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Thank you for stopping by. 🙂
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“She bleeds in black and blue,
Until she’s free,
And all the others call it,
Poetry.”
I love this. I have found it odd that when I show someone a poem inspired by pain, they seem to get lost in the poetic nature of it, and they forget to acknowledge the pain in the piece! I take it as a compliment, though 😀
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Yes, I see the same thing in people. But, I think it’s for the better because I just want people to see the poetry. All else, well poetry has helped me get over that. So, no point in going back there again. 😀
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It’s interesting that you noticed the same. Also, very true about not needing to go back to the pain!
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Loved it.
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Thank you! 🙂
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Yes…
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🙂
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So very beautiful! Poetry medicine for the soul
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Thank you! It certainly is! 🙂
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