Ok

Ok

A Poem by Will

My friend, sweet friend,
I know you're feeling hurt.
But it's time to cut the bullshit;
I don't mean to sound so curt.

I know the pain you're in,
I've felt it once or twice.
But don't let the pain get to you,
don't fall victim to its vice.

Don't cry, sweet friend, don't cry,
I know just how you feel.
You can't just wallow in sadness like this,
and all the while your character it steals.

I know you're gonna be alright;
that's really all i can say.
This pain won't plague you forever,
just hang on, ok?

© 2013 Will


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I wish someone could have scream that in my face a few months ago:p I had my heart broken, and now I realize how stupid I was. It's a part of life;)

Posted 10 Years Ago


Will

10 Years Ago

We live and learn, don't we? Thanks for reading :)
A wise and well-worded poem, Will.

You can't just wallow in sadness like this,
and all the while your character it steals.

Great advice - I would get rid of a few syllables for flow, though:

You can't just wallow in sadness,
while your character it steals.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Will

10 Years Ago

Thank you, Rita. As much as I agree with you that your suggestion flows much better, due to some sen.. read more
Such a beautiful and strength filled poem. I always love something packed tight with emotion like this.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Will

10 Years Ago

Thank you, Amanda. Im glad you appreciated it.
OH MY GOD YOU QUOTED MUMFY

Posted 10 Years Ago


Careline

10 Years Ago

Not this time.
Will

10 Years Ago

Always....
Careline

10 Years Ago

So you think...

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Added on August 27, 2013
Last Updated on August 27, 2013
Tags: Ok, pain, anger, sadness, loss, friend, love

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Will
Will

Brooklyn, NY



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Well now that I have the patience, I'll actually write something here. I'm Will, and I'm 16 years old going on 17 , born and raised in Brooklyn, NY. I write what appeals to me. I just love writ.. more..

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