꧁༺𝓜𝔂 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝓲𝓼 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓬𝓪𝓷𝓿𝓪𝓼
𝓘𝓯 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓸𝓷𝓵𝔂 𝓴𝓷𝓮𝔀
𝓗𝓸𝔀 𝓪𝓬𝓬𝓾𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓭 𝓘 𝓪𝓶 𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓪𝓵𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓼 𝓸𝓯
𝓶𝔂 𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓮𝓴𝓼
𝓜𝓪𝔂𝓫𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓷
𝓢𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓪 𝓼𝓪𝔂
𝓞𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓰𝓸𝓪𝓵 𝓸𝓯 𝓶𝔂 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽
𝓖𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽 𝓪 𝓭𝓮𝓪𝓵 𝓲𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓶𝓪𝓼𝓴 𝓘 𝔀𝓮𝓪𝓻
𝓨𝓮𝓽 𝓲𝓷𝓼𝓲𝓭𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓼𝓮 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓶𝓫𝓮𝓻𝓼
𝓢𝓱𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓷𝓸 𝓶𝓪𝓷 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓰𝓸𝓮𝓼 𝓸𝓷
𝓦𝓱𝓸 𝓲𝓼 𝔂𝓮𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓼𝓪𝔂
𝓣𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓘 𝓼𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓸𝓷𝓵𝔂 𝓹𝓲𝓬𝓴 𝓯𝓻𝓾𝓲𝓽𝓼 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝓪
𝓬𝓮𝓻𝓽𝓪𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓻𝓮𝓮
𝓦𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓘 𝓼𝓮𝓮 𝓶𝔂 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓽𝓱 𝓪𝓼 𝓫𝓮𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓵𝓮𝓼𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓷 𝓪
𝓻𝓾𝓼𝓽𝔂 𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓯
𝓢𝓸 𝓽𝓸 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓿𝓲𝔃𝓪𝓻𝓭𝓼
𝓣𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝔀𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓹𝓵𝓪𝓰𝓾𝓮𝓭 𝓫𝔂 𝓰𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽 𝓲𝓷𝓼𝓾𝓵𝓽
𝓜𝓪𝔂𝓫𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝔀𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓫𝓮 𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓭𝓪𝔂
𝓦𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝔂 𝔀𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓬𝓪𝓻𝓮𝓯𝓾𝓵𝓵𝔂 𝓻𝓮𝓶𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓱𝓮𝓻
𝓯𝓻𝓪𝓰𝓲𝓵𝓮 𝓹𝓮𝓮𝓵
𝓣𝓸 𝓼𝓮𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓯𝓵𝓸𝔀𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓼𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓽𝓼 𝓮𝓶𝓮𝓻𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶
𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓹𝓵𝓮𝓽𝓮 𝓼𝓸𝓾𝓵
𝓘 𝔀𝓲𝓼𝓱 𝓹𝓮𝓸𝓹𝓵𝓮 𝔀𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭 𝓶𝓮 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮
𝓢𝓱𝓪𝓴𝓮𝓼𝓹𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓷 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵𝓽𝔂
𝓜𝓪𝔂𝓫𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓼𝓱𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓶𝔂 𝓼𝓲𝓵𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝓼𝓹𝓮𝓪𝓴 𝓿𝓸𝓵𝓾𝓶𝓮𝓼
𝓤𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓵 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓭𝓪𝔂
𝓛𝓮𝓽 𝓶𝔂 𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓵𝓮𝓼𝓼, 𝓪𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓲𝓰𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓼 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓸𝔀𝓷
𝔀𝓪𝔂 ༻꧂
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Author:
𝓎𝒶𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓀𝒶♛ (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 5th, 2021 11:37
- Comment from author about the poem: This poem is about a girl who is in love with someone that others don't approve of. People judge the speaker's choice of lovers, and assumes that because of her outer appearance, she is worthy of much more. The speaker, however doesn't feel like she should be told who she should love because she isn't perfect and she too has many insecurities and imperfections. She hates herself a lot and she doesn't see herself as being valuable. She wish others would understand her first before they judge her.
- Category: Sad
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Comments4
i guess we all wear masks to hide our true feelings. Vulnerable is what I feel without one
Without a mask it feels like people will find out about the deepest darkest secrets we try to forget
like your skeletons come alive
heart races to overdrive
lol i'm trying to make a shitty rhyme
i guess that is my crime
Without a mask it's like your naked in a crowd
And your heart beats really loud
I guess your rhymes aren't that bad
These deep lines got me feeling kinda sad
hearts are similar to bass drums
low pitch but a loud thump
i wish it was easy to convey what you saw, felt or thought
but the throat feels scorched dry tasting salty cries like sea water in a drought
damn that was too dramatic
quite fanatic and the ending is anti-climatic
You're really good at this
I admire your skill
You got deep verses
And rhymes to kill
oh thanks! i try my best
but end up getting null in my english test
i guess school ain't the thing for me
like a door with a lock and no key
You don't need to be good at school
Because your poetry skills are really cool
i admire your writing
pages dry, pens glide
i ran out of rhymes lol
lemme go take a stroll
A fine write, Yastika.
A bit hard for these old eyes to read.
I like your sense of humour
Very good write Yastika. Heartfelt emotion pours from every line.
Thank you for your kind response
a place down in my soul where only i can go a place no one else ever found
I'm glad you related to my poem
you`re welcome
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