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Her heart isn’t broken,
For it was never whole.
But when certain words were spoken,
They went straight to her soul.
But it was all for nothing,
And now she knows,
Some things are better left unspoken.
She dreames of the day,
When it will all be okay.
For that is what Dreamer’s do.
They hope, they dream,
Hence, their name.
But her hopes were asunder,
and she is starting to wonder
If it was worthless to follow.
Her hope is gone,
And her dreams are hollow.
Her heart isn’t broken,
For it was never whole.
But when certain words were spoken,
They went straight to her soul.
But it was all for nothing,
And now she knows,
Some things are better left unspoken.
She turns to face the future,
It can’t be worse than the past.
You’ll get through this just fine,
Life is yours to design.
One more time,
She vows.
One more try, then I’m done.
She can’t take any more disappointment.
She’s already had a ton.
Two ways to look at it: she risks it all
Or she risks none.
And then everything fails,
But there is no difference.
It’s just another scar.
Add your own preference.
Her heart isn’t broken,
For it was never whole.
But when certain words were spoken,
They went straight to her soul.
But it was all for nothing,
And now she knows,
Some things are better left unspoken.
All along,
To survive this has been her
Unspoken wish.
She’s only kept fit
To find the unspoken message.
And it was there all along.
She just couldn’t hear it.
Her heart now can be broken,
For, now, it is whole.
When the message was spoken,
A heart was placed in her soul.
It wasn’t for nothing,
Because now she knows,
The message is no longer unspoken.
And now she can dream
To no limit’s that she knows.
This life was hers to design,
And now everything glows.
She feels more than fine.
She is as cheery as can be.
At least she gets
A happy ending.
- Title: Unspoken Message
- Artist: Nikki4815
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Description:
Sometimes, I get randomly inspired by a poem I read recently, music (usually music) or my own imagination. I just finished writing this, and I wanted to see what you guys thought. By the way, I always enter stuff in the arena's in my Mule. If you want my real name, PM me. Comment, and tell me what you think.
**Note: I am a storywriter. Not a poet. I don't post my stories, because I guard them as I would my child.
- Date: 11/29/2008
- Tags: unspoken message
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Comments (7 Comments)
- Xx_BrokenCrystal_xX - 12/06/2008
- I don't care if it was long or not... It was one of the best poems I have ever read... I love it! 5/5 THE BEST! you have a talent young Padimay. Sorry if I spelt that one wrong. I just say stuff, I have a problem with that! KEEP ON WRITING YOU COULD BE FAMOUS SOME DAY!
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- AvaCadvadra - 12/06/2008
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I love this. It's a bit long but it rocks like a turtle!
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- safphiresfire - 12/06/2008
- Oh ya thats how my "sista" does it!!!!!!! and ps her storries rock out loud.
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- xXxKiss_Me_GoodbyexXx - 12/05/2008
- wow! that is so beuatiful *jealouse*
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- azmarian_lee - 12/05/2008
- wow.. so long.. ^^ but it nyc.. its like a story dat u made it in poems.. gud.. ^^
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- Obstruction - 12/05/2008
- Very impressive!
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