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Oh yeah. Be afraid. Be VERY afraid.
Litterally.
For I have discovered how much I enjoy writing poetry.
For some reason, they always end up going toward the emo end of things. o_O;
So here they are. =] lol

: Every Time :
Every time something goes right,
It all comes crashing down.
The pieces lay scattered,
All across the ground.
I'm stuck watching my life
Pass me slowly by.
Will one day I break this cycle?
Or am I doomed to repeat it?
How can everything go so right?
Then go so horribly wrong?
Is it something we can’t control?
Or has it been me all along?

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: Tomorrow :
If you died tomorrow,
What do you think I’d do?
Would I cry for you and pine for you?
Or wish back time itself?
If I died tomorrow,
What do you think you’d do?
Remember me, both good and bad?
And how we were like glue?
Tomorrow soon will come and go,
And even if it ends up not,
We’ll always have each other here,
Even if that’s all we got.

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: The Litte Things :
There are thousands of things,
That makes life what it is.
There are both large things and small things,
And then those things between.
But which actually matters the most?
Some say it's the big things,
While some say it's them all.
But it's really the samll things all in all.
At times it may not seem like a lot,
Though if you stop and think,
They do add up to great amounts.
Little things are often overlooked,
But if you slow down enough,
You'll see how beautiful they truly are.
Be it a smile or a simple hug,
A little goes a long way.

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: Change :
How soon things seemed to change,
For the better or for the worse.
People grew together,
The same they grew apart.
The winds of change seemed blowing now,
But the direction was unknown.
Only one thing was sure about it,
And that’s that it was happening.
Change was sweeping over them,
Seemingly slowly,
Yet surely all the way.
As the days went by and by,
The effects came ever clearer.
Things weren’t like they had been,
And probably never would be again.

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: Something Real :
Take me away from here,
Give me something real.
The days are growing grayer,
As time just passes on.
It’s time for something different,
It’s time for a brand new song.
All that I wish for,
Seems so out of reach.
Someone write me a storybook,
With an ending new and real.

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: Hopes :
I always get my hopes up,
To have them shattered down.
They lay in broken shards before me,
Waiting to be picked back up.
Things sometimes go as planned,
But more than often not.
The edges have gotten so sharp,
Causing the pain each time to grow.
Rebuilding hope is easy,
But rebuilding a heart is not.
Will things finally go right for once?
Or is my life set on repeat?
It’s time again to try once more,
And pray it all works out.

Your poems are really pretty, Tibby :] . I really like 'Changes' and 'Hopes'. They sound like things that happen to me often (Changes would pretty much describe what happened to me and my best friend last year...). I always get my hopes up, and it seems like I'm about to get them crushed...again...

Also, I like the fact that you rhymed some of the words together. I can never do that XD

Thanks! :]
I often try to write about what I'm feeling. lol I found out it's a pretty good way to get things out in the open or whatever, or just relieve some of the stress.

And lol. I was actually suprised I was able to make some of the stuff rhyme. I've never been able to do that before. lmao