Poetry Blog by Naomi Bunton (jimmy 2018)
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we all look for something to ease the pain
whether its being hungry with greed,
or taking a needle to the vein
we all got something we feel we need,
so we don't drive ourselves insane
praying one day my mind is freed
but when it thunders, it's gonna rain
just remember with the rain, there comes a growing seed
so just hold on till then - you can maintain
just slow down, get outta that ...
Sunday 11th March 2018 2:21 am
no matter how badly you want to be with someone, you cannot make them want you back. either they do, or they don't.. you can get on your hands and feet while kissing the ground they walked on, and they could still hardly pay you any mind, better yet give you the time of day.. love is not something you force, and really not even something to find.. the feeling of love is something that happens with...
Sunday 11th March 2018 2:17 am
that's what i use to be
that's what changed in me
that's what i came to be
that's who believed in me
was all i could see
you suddenly took all of me
had problems of your own, some i'd not yet seen
became broken down and lost while looking for me
promised to never hurt me
promised you'd never desert me
tried to be
Sunday 11th March 2018 1:53 am
Nobody understands me but me
seems like nobody can stand me, but me...
until I had you there standing next to me
Thought your love was enough to set me free
but then you found out loving me wasn't free
Loving me was rough, and never easy...
but my love for you was never tough,
it always came easy...
You're the only one who really cares,
who really sees me......
Saturday 10th March 2018 8:00 am
My ship is sinking,
while your ship has sailed...
Our attempt at love,
seems it has failed...
Maybe if we tried harder,
could have prevailed...
I'm crumbling into pieces
crashing against these waves
that are helping to rip my walls right apart
my ship sinking, a metaphor for my broken heart
Where did the love go?
how did you and I go from bein...
Saturday 10th March 2018 7:49 am