Poem -

She's Hurt

She is different
Everything she says comes from the heart.
Pure passion
Her style is an acquired taste
Her smile is art

I first fell in love 
when she made me cry
A kiss on the cheek
As she whispered goodbye

I met her the day my sister passed.
I was an empty shell
Somehow she caught my attention
An angel stands out in hell

No words were exchanged 
I couldn't even smile
She placed her hand in mine
And asked to stay for a while

We stood still, holding hands
So quiet, I heard the tears drop
Never had a stranger cry for me
All I could say was please stop

She became something 
I didn't think was real
How I became overwhelmed 
When I didn't think I could feel

At times I hated her
For forcing this emotion
It was like drowning without choking
Slowly breathing in the ocean

Years have passed now
And I have yet to admit
She knew I loved her
But this was a bottomless pit

Hopeless from the start
I knew she'd end up leaving 
This was the only way
I had to fall in love with grieving
 
Pain, depression, hurt
She went by many names
You can't fight fire with fire
 So I walked through the flames

She told me she would leave
When I could cry on my own
The first tear to drop
I felt a kiss, heard a whisper and now my pain is gone

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Ashley

This is beautiful (: great poem

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Shate Word

Thank you so much! That really means a lot :)

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