Poems - Tabbitha Hay (good story books to read .TXT) 📗

Your Name (October 12, 2012)

Almost a year has gone by,

Time really does seem to fly.

It seemed like yesterday when you died,

Which makes me really want to cry.

In thirteen more days,

Nothing will change.

But your memory will be strong,

And people will speak your name.

Range (November 9, 2012)

My heart tries to flutter,

But all it does is shutter.

My face turns to red,

And makes me want to be shot dead.

I want my feelings to change,

But it is just out of my range.

So I close my eyes to wait on the end,

Trying to be j ust friends.

Denying that I fell,

Now I am in my own personal hell.

What can I say?

I am no sunshine ray.

You make me feel like a fool,

And that is just cruel.

You make everything in my head tangle,

I am the one who is strangled.

I wish I would change,

But that is out of my range

Shatter(March 13, 2013)

Everything is about you,

Making a competition between us two.

I hardly get a work in,

And you are supposed to be my twin.

 

When I try to speak,

You butt in, never weak,

Always three octaves louder than me,

So I lock my lips like a door with its key.

 

I act as if it does not matter,

In truth, inside, everything shatters,

My heart slowly shrivels and dies,

And I am unable to cry.

 

Everything you say is a trap,

You always make me feel like crap.

Like I am the bad guy,

But you are THE devil in disguise.

 

You say everything bad happens to you,

When in truth, you have no clue.

Why are we friends?

Why do we even say we are twins?

 

To me, it does matter,

Inside, everything, just shattered,

My heart shriveled and dead,

Words lost in my silly head.

 

You are such a “true friend,”

A “good twin,”

You asked the guy I like to be your prom date,

A soul you have yet ate.

 

You knew I liked him for two years,

Now you are trying to bring me to tears,

Why do I put up being treated like sh--,

‘Cause I know you are not it.

 

To me it had mattered,

Inside, everything, had shattered,

My heart turned to dust,

You lost all my trust.

 

You think you are warm and nice like daylight,

But you are cold and heartless like the night,

You make being your friend feel like one of the seven deadly sins,

My life slowly turning into the ancient ruins.

Broken Dreams (March 23, 2013)

My heart cries from shock,

And the dark figure mocks.

My dreams are broken,

Like a shattered token.

I have broken dreams,

Sent down a waterfall stream.

Hitting, crashing, pulling me,

Nothing to hold onto but a weeping willow tree.

Lost in a world of no hope,

Lost in a place with no way to cope.

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