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~I am stuck in this hole, but I belong in your arms.
~Why be sad when you can be happy? Why cry when you can laugh?
~A rose is beautiful, romantic, devine. I will never be a rose...
~Perfection is myth, myth is legend, legends die.
~Why can't I be unique instead of different?
~My heart still aches, my tears still shed. My love for you, has still not left.
~If you hate me for being me, I'll hate you for being him.
~You call me emo or goth. You say I'm weird or creepy. You lable me as different or freak. So, if you can call me all these things... Why can't you once, call me by my name? Chris.
~I hide my tears behinde my mask and only show you hate.
~She cries for me to help her, as if I'm her savoir. I'm nobodies savoir, I can't even save myself.
~I'm just a leaf, couaght in the winds of your life.
~You cry in your sleep, when there is nowhere else to cry.
~I will never forget my past, I will never love the present. I will only look for my future.
~I remember, I don't hate...I cry...I cry invisible tears, so only I can see my pain.
~I was lost and found again and now I'm falling towards my end.
~In order to know how to feel, you must first learn how to love.
~To me, you are the essance of perfection.
~The world cries when I have no tears. Looking up I know, that god cries for me.
~Nothing can mend a broken heart, except the one that broke it.
~I'll let the dead stay buried and hope they revive themselves.
~Sometimes silence is a good thing. Silence is serenity, silence is a secret way out.
~Poetry is beautiful. It's the magic in my heart, pain and saddness. Poetry is art, and the dreams in my sleep. Poetry is its own perfection, beautiful;is poetry.
~Count your wishes, count your prayers. So when you die, you know what god owes you.
~How could I break your heart and yet, you still say you love me?
~I cry my gentle tears of hate and sing my lullaby of hate. The joy you brought, turned to sorrow. Smiles, turned to tears.



These are just some of the things I write in my poetry books. Yes, I made these all and don't copy them and say they're yours please! crying