poems by Final FairyTail (top 100 novels .TXT) 📕

Screw up

I know that i'm a fuck up,
But i've been trying to get better,
I know that i'm selfish,
But I swear that I care.
I'm not used to someone standing by me.
I act like I don't love you
and I treat you like shit.
I'm sorry that I hurt you,
and I never meant it.
I hope that you'll forgive me,
Because you give my life meaning.
I'm surprised you've stayed with me,
No one else would.
You give me everything i've ever wanted
But I still feel insecure.
I continue to push you away,
I'm afraid of trust.
Yes, I know that i'm a fuck up.
But I will try to get better...

 

always here

 Through tears and fights,
Through smiles,
I knew everythingWould be alright,
Through love and hate,
Through betrayal and debate,
For you I would always have faith,
Being your Best friend I knew
This friendship wouldn't end,
By your side I would always stand
And you'll stand by mine too,
Because that's what best friends do,
So no matter what happens with us In life,
Through all of the wrongs
And all of the rights,
I'm here for you to be a best friend that's true,
Cause I love you and that's what Best friends do.<3

day and night

 

Day looks like hanging with friends and running around.

Night looks like sleeping children and comfy beds.

Day sounds like laughing and screaming.

Night sounds like snoring and rolling around.

Day smells like sweet grass in the fields.

Night smells like dinner being done.

Day taste like icecream and hidden treats.

Night taste like midnight snacks.

Day feels like soft grass between the toes.

Night feel like a hug coming from the blankets.

summer and winter

 

Summer looks like a swimming pool full of happy, laughing children.

Winter looks like an old dog shivering by the fire.

Summer sounds like a game of cricket in the park.

Winter sounds like the ‘Ho,ho,ho’ of Father Christmas.

Summer smells like a barbecue of hot dogs and yummy burgers.

Winter smells like chestnuts roasting on an open fire.

Summer tastes like strawberries and cream, on a sunny day at Wimbledon.

Winter tastes like burnt toast on a windy morning.

Summer feels like the hot grains of sand on a busy beach.

Winter feels like a slippery path, painful to fall on!

the lesson of the floor

 

I lay here every day

Wondering,

How many times, must I be subjected to bubblegum covered soles?

Why is it that today, of all days,

a ten year old girl decides to scuff along in her mother’s red stilettos?

Shuffle-ball-changes are archenemies now.

The pounding of rubber sneakers hurts my brain.

I will revolt

against this torture.

No longer will I surrender to spit and wadded up homework assignments

being ricocheted off my surface.

I will revolt;

I will pull back my floorboards,

expose my structure,

and trip the abusers.

You can carpet over my scars,

but they will remain in my soul.

Laying down and taking it,

No longer an option.

Social not

 

I hide here in my room,

I wish there was a way to stop these people from existing,

Being around them is like a dog infested with fleas,

Please tell me is there a way to rid of them,

Is there a way that we can be without them,

Why must they be here,

For now I must deal with them,

I anxiously await the day I can be away,

The day i don't have to deal with them anymore,

Is there a way to be rid of them,

That's all I ask,

Tell me is there a way.

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 wriiten by FinalFairyTail

edited by FianlFairyTail

 

Suggested by Sarah E Sackett

 

Copyrighted May 17 2016

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Publication Date: 05-17-2016

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