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The word "fight" never seemed to apply I see its far more than what meets the eye A promise made in youth that must live when youth dies And I fight. Oh, its a front and a facade - yes, I fight!
If you love him Waiting will be simultaneously The easiest and most difficult Thing in the world If you love him Do not tempt him Do not be alone Guilt will eat him Nibble at your love as it
When you see me, My tall slender statue, Fashioned to rule. You expect the typical teen. In the drugs, alcohol, sex pool No way, sorry, not my destiny. Boyfriend yes, fun yes, free to be me,
Laying down on this pillow, staring at the wall Thinking about how often pleasure has made me fall. Like my first sexual boyfriend, he was a con Cause I told him I didn't want sex and he STILL got some.
God loves girls of all shapes and size, and I get really sick of hearing all the lies. You're not a piece of meat to be flaunted around, No matter how sweet the boys may sound.
In every woman's life, Love is a must. Some men just think that means lust. Forget her figure, and her face. I swear some men are just a disgrace. Love is a feeling, a heartfelt passion,
Abstinence. Not many know the meaning of the word. Of course, the definition is quite simple
I met this boy Jimmy and he was out of control but I loved him so I left a few things roll some things that I probably should've put my foot down to but Jimmy made it seem like I was all he knew
Alex, I know you love me, but I don't love you. You want something more than I can give, And I thought for a moment that maybe I could, But I just can't, as long as I live. I do love you, I wish you did too.
Refrain, Abstain, the words we are told. A game, A game, the loser behold. His morals he left, his values he tore. 'Till all goodness cleft, and no conscience wore. An oath he did promise,
If I did love If I did love it would be so glorious so clumsy on a spring afternoon as Shakespeare or Keats as a ungraceful trip caught merely by chance
Inside me I hold something sacred It is alway something given and never taken What I hold is my light, my only source of pure It is so precious I must watch who I give it to My light is apart of my spirit
Light and dark isn’t always clear Most people walk in the gray And the gray is what most people fear What if the light is what is wrong? If what is wrong is what is light is it right?
I put a ring on her spinal cord Stimulate her mind; engage her in discussion While most guys my age are interested in only sex I’m more interested in what goes on in your prefrontal cortex
And you've been missing from my life Nothing good was ever mine There is just nowhere to hide I always come under the light Don't know how to go and fight I lost everything before I even had it
After the door shuts and the footsteps die In the quietness the baby cries And in the air frustrations fly When the crying stops the mom sighs In the crib the baby lies Mom can rest now as she walks away
Five minutes, Five hours It doesn't matter how long Just having some fun Until something goes wrong.
Here goes the under goer bypassing and shedding skin into new light that was only evident between seas of shadow. But as oppose to the useless struggle traveling into void of confusion.
It’s getting claustrophobic Between these four walls That try to kill me every day Because I won’t give in It never works, but I get paranoid Because everyone is watching Every single move I make
The thing that got me, was when you said, Let's not have sex. That line could have bought you a lifetime with me. but it wouldn't have been your lifetime. It would have been the lifetime