BabyGrace
Refugee
It's never enough
You had to give it away
Everything pretty reflected back at you
What you were
Hide it, keep it away
It's too quiet a flame to be exposed
For you would be engulfed
By the raging fire
And you never learned
You just hurt too much
Until they made you take it away
And I know
I might be the only one
Who feels this way, but I know
You're still there
I'm too tired to fight anymore
Come back to me, please
I promise I won't hurt you
I'm not afraid of hurting for you
I want to feel you,
The real you,
What's still twisting inside
Begging to be let out. Into my hands
I will hold you tonight.
(I will love you for what you are,
Nothing more and nothing less.
I will hold you
And never hold you down
Come back, please
God, I still miss you.)
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once again, another one i wrote quickly. the part in parenthesis i wrote the next day when i read it..it didn't really fit and seemed redundant but i didnt wanna delete it so I just separated it like that, and afterwards it seemed to come across like someone whispering something that is meant for only the person in question to hear..
do anyone else's poems seem to take on a life of their own once you write them?
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and everything you hoped would last
just always becomes the past
it hurts but...
You had to give it away
Everything pretty reflected back at you
What you were
Hide it, keep it away
It's too quiet a flame to be exposed
For you would be engulfed
By the raging fire
And you never learned
You just hurt too much
Until they made you take it away
And I know
I might be the only one
Who feels this way, but I know
You're still there
I'm too tired to fight anymore
Come back to me, please
I promise I won't hurt you
I'm not afraid of hurting for you
I want to feel you,
The real you,
What's still twisting inside
Begging to be let out. Into my hands
I will hold you tonight.
(I will love you for what you are,
Nothing more and nothing less.
I will hold you
And never hold you down
Come back, please
God, I still miss you.)
~~~
once again, another one i wrote quickly. the part in parenthesis i wrote the next day when i read it..it didn't really fit and seemed redundant but i didnt wanna delete it so I just separated it like that, and afterwards it seemed to come across like someone whispering something that is meant for only the person in question to hear..
do anyone else's poems seem to take on a life of their own once you write them?
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and everything you hoped would last
just always becomes the past
it hurts but...