You were my first
- By lydia bagnall
- Published 11/29/2007
- Poetry
- Unrated
lydia bagnall
I have been writing since I was about eleven, when I realised that I had a talent for it. I was getting above the usual grades for my tests in English...
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All emotion flows away,
Leaving nothing behind.
Not an ounce of love nor hate,
I have nothing left too find.
My emotions in my writing,
For everyone to read.
Be it passion or fighting,
Everyone see's what i feel.
This is what my poems are about,
I WILL make everyone hear me.
Whether i scream or shout,
I WILL BE HEARD!
This is how i let my feelings go,
Some wonder how i do it.
Others say i do it for show,
But i just want too be seen and heard.
I want you to finally hear me,
I want you too listen.
Not cover your ears or flee,
Now listen i want you to know.
When i see you my heart bursts,
whether it be love or jealousy of the lass on your arm.
You were one of my firsts,
The first to break my heart.
Leaving nothing behind.
Not an ounce of love nor hate,
I have nothing left too find.
My emotions in my writing,
For everyone to read.
Be it passion or fighting,
Everyone see's what i feel.
This is what my poems are about,
I WILL make everyone hear me.
Whether i scream or shout,
I WILL BE HEARD!
Some wonder how i do it.
Others say i do it for show,
But i just want too be seen and heard.
I want you to finally hear me,
I want you too listen.
Not cover your ears or flee,
Now listen i want you to know.
When i see you my heart bursts,
whether it be love or jealousy of the lass on your arm.
You were one of my firsts,
The first to break my heart.
