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Confession.
Write a poem, with a set structure, which centres around the theme of confession.
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I don’t feel pretty enough.
It’s sounds simple but there’s so much more.
I feel like I always need to be wearing makeup just to be able to look at myself in the mirror.
It feels like people only like me when my eyelashes are darker and my lips are glossy.
They only like me when my cheeks are pink.
They only like me when I suck in my stomach.
Or maybe it’s me…
I only...
Explanation: this is what the feeling about when you develop a crush!![might delete later.]
I can’t help seeing you glaring at me,
As if I’m staring into a master piece,
Maybe I like the brown hair one,
Or the light hair one,
But I can’t tell if it’s in my head.
I feel a sweet melody in my mind when I see your face,
Almost if you were the only one to comfort me,
Save me,
Understand me,
Or mayb...
The guilt settles in
Making itself at home
Not caring that you are all alone
Next is the regret
Moving in next door
They walk hand and hand to the next dorm
There lies their friend, anxiety, we’ll call him
He makes your heart flurry and pound
Not caring if he makes a single sound
Together these three are quite the team
Pushing and pulling on your heart strings
Their mission is to get you to com...
I have a secret,
yes I have a secret,
a pretty little secret indeed.
My secret makes me smile
when i’m feeling a frown,
it warms my heart when it bares its teeth.
I hold my little secret
in my cold little hands,
and stroke it’s quivering scales
until it falls asleep.
When someone hurts my secret
my eyes go wild,
my chest feels big,
and scary,
and loud.
no one shall touch my secret.
no one ...
In twilight's hush, where shadows softly fall,
Amidst the whispers of a moonlit hall,
I find myself before thy presence drawn,
My heart, a vessel overflowing with scorn.
The pride that once did fortress my soul,
Now crumbles, laid low by love's sweet role,
For in thine eyes, my deepest fears did see,
A reflection of my own unworthiness to be.
Yet still, I venture forth, with a humble heart,
To...
Silken stares
And wildfire glares
Never meant much to me babe
Not ever like this
Never ever like this
Your fingerprints
Left a tattoo on her shoulder
It burns bright in bold
When I see her face
You should’ve seen your face
When she rode into town
On that soft Sunday morning
With the sun in her hair
And the wind in her face
Then my eyes were a mirror
So when you looked at me all that you saw was ...
“She has a high-paying job and she works out five times a week
she doesnt want a house in the mountains but instead on a beach
and when she knows im stressed she gives me what she feels I need
when I get home from my job the house is always clean
I can’t pretend what we have is working for you and me”
are words your husband should never say…
…. and yet here they are being sent my way....
Just so you know, it’s not easy to say
This feeling of mine wants to set itself free
And my conscience be clear of this cloud.
Just so you know, despite my intentions
There’s a grip in my chest, a tight squeeze
Comes from all of my sins, I’m not proud.
Just so you know, the truth should be healing,
But my heart is broken, past what it should be
I’m terrified to say this out loud
Just so you kn...
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