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The Truth

Something that he once told me
Something that I never wanted to let go
Believing in every moment
Is something I should not show.
The greatest reason for belief is trust
I don’t think he had the passion 
But I’m sure he had the lust.
I remember the day he told me
When he knew I wasn’t that naive
I was the only girl for him
and yet I wanted to believe. 

The feelings just grew stronger 
with each and everyday
But there was that doubt
That never really went away
The feelings that  I had 
when he said he couldn’t talk
The trust in my heart
 that he continuously broke
I could not explain it
Until this very day
That he was not my guardian
He did not protect from pain.

The things I’ve loved about him
The things I thought were true
Were just the part about him 
I never really knew
I wish I could go back in time
And say some things to him
I wish I could change his mind
And tell him what I mean…

I wish I could pretend
That I really don’t care
And just forget about it
And say that it was a dare

Just thinking of his face, his voice 
Makes me remember “us”
The time when all we had was 
the love we had inside.
And I  would never do that
I would never hurt him now
I loved him more than anything 
… Anything in life.

by: Hana Shipp
awesome...keep it up.....now, try and be as as good as your poems

:p




scribbles
Very good Hana... i liked it... but on a grammical notice, put commas after each line except the one that ends the stanza or supposite sentence...
Yeah true Nas, but when it comes to writing poetry there are no rules... I can write it the way I like, and put commas or periods where I like, but thanks anyways :p
Whoa nice poem i agree with scribbs though...
                                       of course




Mepps
P.S.  *(APPLAUSE)*
"SUPPOSITE" HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THE ENGLISH LANGUAGE, PROBABLY BECAUSE IT'S NOT A WORD?
I don't believe you wrote that.  It's too good a poem it should be in a book.  It also made me cry.  Now my armor is rusting.
What book did you copy that poem from?
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