Sleepless nights are because of the rain
When I smile so much, I'm hiding my pain
Crying only heals the smallest of hurts
And I can't help but laugh
When there's nothing to gain
What's wrong with me?
A paradox twisted with agony
What's wrong with me?
I spread my wings
Even though I'm not free
Sleepless nights are because of the days.
We wish and we hope but nobody prays.
Running only hides the weakest of fears.
And I wish I could change
But my heart is a stone, solid, unfazed
Slowed by these weighty mental chains
I feel like I got hit by a train
Heaven forbid I display a weakness
And though I am breaking
I'm not allowed to complain
What's wrong with me?
A paradox twisted with agony
What's wrong with me?
I spread my wings
But will I ever be free?
Empty hearts are because of our fear
Of letting someone inside who won’t like what they hear
I look at myself and I can’t see what’s good
And all I do is run
Far away, so no one can come near
What's wrong with me?
A paradox twisted with agony
What's wrong with me?
I spread my wings
But I can never be free
Sleepless nights are because of the times
We stayed up talking, made the other cry
We hold each other to stave off the pain
And we promise forever
For though we are actors, this can't be feigned
Nothing's wrong with me
You've taken away my agony
Nothing's wrong with me
I'll spread my wings
Your love sets me free
This one was co-written by a close friend (he's not on AP, but his name is Ryan), and I couldn't post it without acknowledging how spectacular he is at writing. I only wish he would do it more.
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I gotta say
Your favourite part is my favourite too, actually. I didn't write that one stanza; that was Ryan. It just goes to show how spectacular he is. XD
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Goodness. Tell him he has
Goodness. Tell him he has earned my respect! Haha and of course you already have mine. :) you're probably my favorite poet here on AP.
I don’t thrive off of chaos: chaos thrives off of me.
Love the imagery! Good
Love the imagery! Good writing forms a mental picture or feeling for the reader, and you definitely accomplished that here!
"Knowledge is knowing that a tomato is a fruit; wisdom is not putting it in a fruit salad." ~ Anonymous
Beautiful meter and rhyme
Beautiful meter and rhyme scheme! Yours and this Ryan's wording... I got chills! Tell Ryan to give AP a try, he's also a great poet! I have fallen in love with all of your poetry, Gina, it's just all gorgeous and thought-provoking.
Introverts unite!
Separately!
From the comfort of your own homes!
Thank you all!
I have been keeping Ryan updated on your comments as well, and he is currently woking on becoming a member, although he has been having difficulty with the site, but I trust James will be able to work it out, and hopefully you guys will be able to read his stuff firsthand.
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This is so good, Gina, and
This is so good, Gina, and extremely relatable.
Sleepless nights are because of the days.
We wish and we hope but nobody prays.
Running only hides the weakest of fears.
And I wish I could change
But my heart is a stone, solid, unfazed
Slowed by these weighty mental chains
This was my favorite bit. Spectacular.
"Slowed by these weighty mental chains" yesssssss. Perfect imagery of what it feels like. Bravo!
I don’t thrive off of chaos: chaos thrives off of me.