... Dying In Silence ...
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am sun ripened grain,
I am the gentle Autumn rain.
When you wake in the morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight,
I am the stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there, I did not die.
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... Don't Judge A Book By It's Cover ...
Call me fat or call me ugly,
Please just stop 'cause you don't know me.
Call me a whore or call me a slut,
How about you stay up all night hoping for some luck.
We all have our flaws,
So shut up 'cause I could point yours out of us all!
My feelings have been hurt a thousand times,
I wish they'd stop all these hate crimes.
YOU ARE READING
Lullaby Of Pain
PoetryPoems about everyday lives of teens, how they might feel you aren't good enough, etc. Well I understand. All these poems are meant for you because you aren't alone. I wrote all these poems myself, please don't copy mine.
