UnForgettable_Melody

The Whispers of nothing bang at my door.
The Screams of silence beat me to the ground.
The Taunting of nobody tear me apart.
I open my mouth, but make no sound.
The Whispers of nothing scatch me.
The Screams of silence pound at me from the inside.
The Taunting of nobody corner me.
I try to away and hide.
The Whispers of nothing trip me.
The Screams of silence laugh in my face.
The Taunting of nobody threaten me.
I need to get out of this place.

All Mine. Do not take.
I understand if you like my stuff.
But, I write my own stuff for my life.
If you have a situation you want a poem for I'd be happy to write one for you if you contact me.
s/n[aim]: HoldOnTightBabii
e-mail: never.forgotten.at.heart@gmail.com
Please and Thank you

You walk past me in the hall,
our hands brush agaist each other.
You wiped away my tears and loved me
when I never thought I could love another.
Now we are together all the time,
And I get jealous stares.
Girls wishing it was them with his arm around their waist
So they look after us with angry glares.
When you kiss me I lose myself,
When you hug me I plead you'll never leave me.
When I'm with you all I feel is the love,
And the love is all I can see.
I want to be with you forever,
You make everything so right.
I want to love you forever,
We'll start with tonight.

I found my angel

I have been searching
My whole entire life
Searching for the perfect guy
Searching for something right

Every time I found someone
It somehow turned out bad
The guy always broke my heart
And ruined all that I had

But all of that changed
The day I talked to him
I knew that it was true love
I feel as if he was sent from above

He is the only guy
That told me how much he cares
Right when I needed someone the most
He just happened to be there

I’ve never cared so much in my life
I think about him day and night
Everywhere I go, and everything I do
I’m always doing it just for you

I feel like he is my angel
The one sent from above
He means the world to me
I found my [perfect] true love


.:.Dedicated to my boyy;; Brian.:.

Please don't take my stuff that I took my own time writing. If you like my stuff that much, IM me [[HoldOnTightBabii]] and I will write a poem about a situation you personally are in.
Thanks. --Taylor

Diplomacy:
THE ABILITY TO TELL SOMEONE TO GO TO HELL SO THAT HE'LL LOOK FOWARD TO MAKING THE TRIP.

Concrete Angel

She walks to school with the lunch she packed
Nobody knows what she's holdin' back
Wearin' the same dress she wore yesterday
She hides the bruises with linen and lace The teacher wonders but she doesn't ask
It's hard to see the pain behind the mask
Bearing the burden of a secret storm
Sometimes she wishes she was never born Through the wind and the rain
She stands hard as a stone
In a world that she can't rise above
But her dreams give her wings
And she flies to a place where she's loved
Concrete angel
Somebody cries in the middle of the night
The neighbors hear, but they turn out the lights
A fragile soul caught in the hands of fate
When morning comes it'll be too late
A statue stands in a shaded place
An angel girl with an upturned face
A name is written on a polished rock
A broken heart that the world forgot
~Martina McBride~

You don't understand the pain I felt,
I loved you, Loved you more than you knew.
But I was scared of that feeling,
Because I knew you didn't feel it too.
I had to get out of there,
It was to big for me.
I never meant to hurt you,
Don't you see.
I had to break it off because I was afraid,
I was aunexperienced and new,
But never forget,
That I loved you.

My name is an unspoken word,
My emotions the unspoken hush.
My head is the unspoken wonder,
My touch is the unspoken rush.
I am a girl of many secrets;
a story with unwritten chapters.
My path is the forbidden road
of anger, sadness, and laughter.
I am who I am,
You either like me or not.
These words I write are sacred,
They're the only things I've got.

100% mine.
Please don't steal.
If you contact me [[s/n: HoldOnTightBabii]] I'd be happy to write you a poem for whatever situation, but please don't steal my work that I wrote for me and my own life.

His hand brushes my leg. It's like a promise. A promise that we'll be seeing each other again soon. A promise. He gets up and kisses the top of my head. "I love you" It's a promise. "I'll be here." He walks away. I still feel the touch of his hand on my leg. The unspoken promise we just spoke.