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Love Triangle by Lang Leav

I can stand him not loving me……

……I can’t dtand him loving her

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How To Be Me

People ask how to be like other people

They imitate and try to be the other person

They want not just to be like them but to be them

Live the life the other lives

But what if

I just want to be me?

Tell me, is that so wrong if I do not conform?

The Sea Maiden 

She was lost at sea

Floating far away

She forgot what it was like, before he

Came her way
She would have drowned 

And probably preferred it

Had she not heard the call of another 

Who told her to start over 

She dyed her hair black to be amongst many

She kept her mouth shut so no one would see

She kept her head still so no one could hear

She wanted to fit in.
She asks herself why people have to be so self centered

Why people care too much of how they look

Couldn’t they just look into what really matters,

Like the heart and the soul?
Why do we get caught up with ourselves?

Why is it so hard to be just herself?

Why did she have to change?
So she tries to fit in amongst the sea of everyone

Where she once was a someone

She’ll ultimately become a no one.

Her Smile

She lights up the room as she often does

Gracefully she carries the weight of the world

Her pain she endures and spreads love all around 

Her smile is like Mona Lisa’s or even better

She’s called by many names but there’s only one name I call her

And that is “Mom”

I Wish

I wish it were easy

I wish it doesn’t sound cheesy

But I often wish it were you and I

Too often at times it makes me want to cry

But there is no you and me

Only you and her and well, just myself you see

I wish you were it

Because it seems that we’re a perfect fit

Who knows maybe in the future

You might change your mind and become my suitor

I wish I could just tell you

But it never is easy and that is true

I wish someday this won’t be just a wish

He Fell

Oh my what a mess this is!

I’m playing but looks like he fell

See I’m in no hurry and so is he

But he’s dead beat serious 

While I’m just chillin’

No frillies, no butterflies 

No chills down the spine

No spark, not even a firefly
Feelings grow strong but it can fall apart

I’m sure I’ll break him when the time comes

But my goodness I wonder if he knows

How far he’s fallin’ already

Looks so pretty but harbors dark things within 

He looks nothing like a prince

But his charms exudes and overflows

Much like his kindness.

She on the other hand, no friends to call her own

So tell me who is who?

Her Sleep

Her voice was hoarse 

She felt weak

She was getting tired

But then she heard

So she awoke

And found they were crying

She didn’t understand why

Because just before her eyes opened

She felt only the most peaceful sleep

The Girl and The Boy

Cold,
Like his feelings towards me
Like rain so fine you hardly notice

Frozen,
Like how stuck I am now that I have this something for him
I knew it was wrong from the start
But,
I will wait until…

Empty,
When she looks at me
To her I am ordinary, nothing special

Wrong,
For me to even have this feeling for her
Knowing she will never fall for someone like me
Many adore her, myself included
But I am just another familiar face in this desolate place

Yet,
She makes me feel warm
And I can’t help but think there may be a chance
If only she waits until…

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