did you miss me?
did you need me?
for almost a year
i've been gone
i've been sad
they did bad
and i'm here
to tell you
it all started
when i was too sad to write
no idea was ever bright
and i never had anyone by my side
so i decided to take my hope and hide
and every day i had cried
and they understand that i've tried
the open door is where i've pried
and they understand that i've cried
but it wasn't because i've tried
and it was a huge sigh
that sent me off of the edge
but i'm here with you now
so don't feel alone my dear
and don't you shed a tear
because babe i'm finally here
it was hard because i needed a vacation
and i ended up staying there without this
What can I say
When today
I don't have you
What can I believe
When you leave
Me behind in the wind
The emails I would send
To him but not for you
I hope that you're proud
You have never let me down
And I would let you ruin the town
Just for one sip of the crown
Because you deserve it
And yes you've earned it
I made you the woman you are
And I knew that you weren't far
When I called you from inside my car
I guess that you got out of the tar
But I hope that you're still in your car
On your way to me
What can I believe
When you leave
Me behind in the wind
The emails I would send
To him but not for you
And I want you to know
That you shouldn't have to go
And I want you to know
Your smile always shows
And I'm happy that you're here
Dear Future Riley,
I'm writing this to you years before this is even out. I hope that you can fight the power of all of the sadness. He did you wrong, she did you wrong, but you're always the one who's positive and happy. I'm happy that you finally have decided to let yourself free. I saw the way your face lights up every time that you talk about your teachers. I also want to say that you are the reason that I keep going, I want to become the full you. Until we speak again, I want you to know that I'm happy you're here.
-Past Riley
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purpose
PoetryI started writing this collection about a year ago. In different periods of times I kept writing poem after poem. I was burnt out from the constant writing and the constant pain. I cried almost everyday, I hated who I was, but now I don't. This is a...
