The Poems of Learning and Knowing

The Fakes

To PreethiRaman, because she agreed on my favor. :) Thank you so much PreethiRaman. :) That would be a username i'll never forget.

This is for all those who were betrayed. I've been there too. Listen to what I have to say. and I hope you interpret it the way I like. This mybe be the first poem I made that's got no skin, its easy to interpret it. I hope... I'm wishing you like it.

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The Fakes

I halt to the hanged art

A mystified glory I never solved

It was something real

But of a dream

Took me time to heal

For my heart took the that beam

Thought you were an art

I looked up at you

Quite we had a few

But still my trust in you

Thought you were real

Could've crushed you at my heel

You were an illusion

Like a tri-dimensional box

Made to look a cube with line fussion

My line you dare not cross

I'm angry but you are worth not

I want to cry but you are worth not

I want to scream but you are worth not

I want to pity you but you are worth not

To not feel anything toward you

and worth it are you

You lost me friend

Me, I was praised

Oh, old friend

If you listened to times from the past

Might then you be drunk

By the fact that I could've been

Better without you

And now that you are gone

Even my finger moving was strength by points billion and one

- Dazia Joelle

~ I tried so hard to keep going. My pain was not yours to play with. I'm not your toy. Listen to my eyes.