The sky turns grey as the,
love starts to drift away.
The sun would no longer be there when,
there’s no one by you when you’re scared.
You would cry inside if,
the person you thought you love,
just randomly left you in the pocket,
of nothing but a broken heart bleeding.
Just to see the pain,
there’s really nothing left,
to hold on to or let go since,
everything already been done for you.
There was happiness and peace,
until you realized the one you’ve met,
Was just a random act in your life.
Only a waste of time and more pain.
The one will be there.
May be forever to find,
but never rushes time,
otherwise you would just waste it.
Let it come to you,
and may there be peace.
Don’t go to them,
That’s just waste of time
By: Megan Miarona follow her on AP http://allpoetry.com/Megan_Miarona
No man can purchase his virtue too dear, for it is the only thing whose value must ever increase with the price it has cost us.
Our integrity is never worth so much as when we have parted with our all to keep it.
Our character…is an omen of our destiny, and the more integrity we have and keep, the simpler and nobler that destiny is likely to be. Integrity is not a conditional word.
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I walk the halls, but no one see’s me.
I cry in the streets, but no one hears me.
Am I a figment of my own imagination?
What is real and what is fake?
Does it take a person with a stake.
I don’t have a cloak from harry potter.
So am I not important?
Invisible I am, to the naked eye.
To those who listen, hear my weeps, and cry’s.
People who ignore me, feed my invisibility.
There but not there, I always seem.
Forever living in a petrifying dream.
Alone, lost cold, and tired.
I am Invisible.
“What’s for dinner?”