Poetry by Sabrina
Just because I am growing up, doesn't mean I don't want to be your daughter. I have done many things I am not proud of, but I am still your blood.
| Sad » Depression Poems » ME |
I was having a hard time with everything going on, so I thought I would write a poem, and this is what came out.
Most girls know what it's like to really like a guy, but they think of you as a little girl, or their little sister. I liked a guy who thought of me that way, until I left my computer running and he read this poem.
My family and friends used to call me an angel. Not for looks, but for the way I could always help someone out of their troubles, and the way that I could always keep a smile on my face. But the other night I couldn't. I realized that I tried my best to help other ppl with their problems just beacause I didn't want to deal with my own. I thought the only way I could tell ppl that was to write a poem. And this is what I came up with.
When I was 4-7 years old I was being raped. I tried to tell someone but they thought I was just crying wolf. Those things that had happened wrecked my childhood. I was scared of everything and everyone, and I hated myself for letting it happen. But I realized deep down inside, I had the strength to end it all.
| Love » I Love You Poems » YOU |
I really liked this guy. He is a total sweety. But I messed things up with him by not telling him how I felt. Turthfully, I didn't know how. So I wrote this poem.
I love the way I feel when I'm with you, the way I smile when I think of you. To be honest, I love you.
You know that feeling that you get when you think you love someone? Or when your falling in love for the very first time? Those are the feelings I got towards this one man. I've liked him since day one. When he finally asked me out my insides turns to lava, I felt like I could fly. unfortunately it was the wrong time for us. We were both way too busy with our own lives. So no matter how much it hurt me I had to end it. To this day we are still very good friends, and not a day goes by that I don't wish that we were once again together.
In love with a guy who doesn't realize how perfect you are for each other…but it may be to late…
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