The Writer Without a Pen
Thursday, May 9, 2013
Friday, September 28, 2012
Monday, May 28, 2012
A Wolf in Sheep's Clothing
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Tired of the false accusations blamed, for every situation
looking back on it all I begin to , second guess my self
it really wasn't it me.
A plan to blame me, so you can leave
not really a good person just someone who once needed me now has found what they need else where
now I no longer matter but when you had no one I was always there.
I feel foolish to think you where honest and loyal,
no friend to me just someone who was bound to cross me eventually
your not to be trusted
only a soul who once, had my all now has drift into a box titled " Just Like The Rest Of Them"
your no different from my past, just someone who camouflage
their self well enough to make me
believe they weren't so bad.
Friday, March 23, 2012
I Didnt Know My Own Strength
But I Did Not Crumble
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Once things die down, and everything begins to settle
The truth begins to arise…
You don’t really like me for me; Constant corrections certain smart comments of things you want me to be.
I don’t think you want me to be who I really and truthfully all I can be is me.
You would rather me, do things your way, which is saying I would lose someone of me.
Someone once told me don’t you ever change for a temporary person in your life, and I believe their right.
why pretend to be something I am not for someone who doesn’t love me for me, no correction, no hurtful comments just glad they met me.
It is hard enough maintaining sanity in this world wind of things I call life
But to remain myself seems to be the struggle
Letting someone make you feel like everything about you is wrong is where I draw the line their supposed to build you up, not bring you down
but this is all learning experiences in life
Thursday, December 1, 2011
Time can't even heal
Thursday, October 27, 2011
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-Time passed and the love we once share slowly faded in front of our very eyes, the smiles turned into frowns, joy turned into pain and what once was no longer is . Our passions and dreams soon drifted our dream world collapsed. Forgetting the passion and commit, leaving behind laughter and memories, wishing we could wrap just one finger around it as soon as time hit us we drifted maybe this love wasn't for ever but only for a season.....
About Me
- UniqueSoul
- my autobiography is my poetry. Anything else is just a footnotes