Romantic Confessions: a poetry collection
Best Confession Poems
Bella Sterling is a hopeless romantic and lover of the written word. When she's not writing, she enjoys watching sappy movies and tv shows guaranteed to make her cry while snacking on chocolate. She's still waiting for her prince charming to arrive and carry her off to the castle where she's meant to live out her happily ever after.
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Love is a strange, beautiful thing. When we're in it, it's the most wonderful feeling in the world. We're light as air, free as birds. True love is the deepest one can dive into themselves. It's the closest we will ever be to heaven, to real bliss. In some cases, it's not ever true--not ever real.
One always loves more than another, one is always left in pieces while their heart runs off with another. It will destroy you, fill you with self-loathing, and tilt your world view into something too ugly to ever repair.
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It will always leave you. It will always ruin you.
A lost soul seeking acceptance from a unwelcome hand. She was silent no one ever knew.apimelisatest.sociocaster.com/hewlett-packard-manuales-para-impresoras.php
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The secrets behind her Hope, A Little Remained Hope, A Little Remained She walked the creaking floors of the rat-infested room, trying to remember what tragedy had sent her to this shabby place. Her heart felt And the fire catches every time, my heart needs a sip I bear no shame pouring, A Rose In The Heather.
So still and beautiful lays the rose in the heather, Lifeless and dying, given to bring you happiness, So fragile is this rose laying in heather, Slowly withering Confessions of a Baby Snatcher This is my last confession; there will be no more. I am impercipient and slow from last night's sleeping pill, wincing away from the harshness of day.
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Salieri Soliloquy You give me the desire a love for composing word symphonies yet you give me the cross of mediocrity to bear day by day to know there are others who are KARMA Fluted hands angle on knees as glimpses sort the knitted threads of a late afternoon where gathering of blooms abide. Almost friendless, a man inhabits his space ready The Last Slice Who ate the last slice?
I don't hear no confession Who scarfed the last slice down? Everyone seems to have a finger pointing obsession Don't know why we have Nothing Left Chorus: If lonely is a prison Shame Shame covers me with a black robe, it makes me feel dirty and unworthy.
So my eyes are cast downward, observe the blush of my cheeks. I fear our He is an unperson. It is rumored that some of you have been infected by Life with Depression Life with Depression Life can be confusing Sometimes good, never amusing it can turn you upside down but never let it keep you down Sometimes life is but a test as She lives in a good neighborhood, drives a nice car,