Poems about bit

If only you could love me the way I love you,
If only you could see me the way I see you,
I try to tame the beast that consumes me,
Which is also known by the name*jealousy,
It never lets me go to sleep,
It never lets me do anything but try to let go of the beast,
I try to keep my love going for you but my hearts giving up,
The beast is growing stronger and stronger every time I see you talking with everyone else but me,
See its hard to tame this beast inside of me

If only you love me the way I love you
If only you could see me the way I see you

I'm sorry I'm giving up,
I'm sorry you couldn't love be a little bit more

I wanted just
A little bit of beauty
A feather on the edge of the bed
The light of drops
Noise of leaves in hollows
I didn't dare telling you

The original:

Мъничко

исках само
мъничко красота
перо на ръба на леглото
светлината на капки
шум на листи във шепи
не посмях да ти кажа

The original of the poem is in Bulgarian and has been translated and adapted in English by Vessislava Savova.

Why did you settle?
For your sake you could do better.
She hates me now.
And she doesn't even know.
Half of your story.
Let alone 5% of mine.

She doesn't deserve you.
You could have anyone you want.
In the whole world.
I know I want you back.
I know you would of left.
If you could of chosen.

Chosen to stay with me.

I.
Cling.
To.
That.

Hope.

I will always love you.

But.

Right now.

I question why.
You are with her.
I hear.
I heard the rumors.
That you kissed.
She said it was awful.
You are always cold around her.
Inside and out.

But.

Baby.

With me.

You were fire to my ice.

When I kissed you.
Your eyes melted to gold.
And the heat between our tongues.
Was electric.

Yes it hurt to see you.
Together.
But I would be happier.
To see you.
With more.
Better.

Not less.
You went from me to her.
Ten to a two.
You don't need a trophy wife.
But baby I want you to have.
The best in this life.
Even if,

That isn't me.

And so I offer you,
My humble
Opinionated
Sacrificial
Words

I'm sorry

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Jump in and out of others dreams everyday you live
Be sure you have been a nightmare, or two, that's for sure
Even, or especially when at your most sincere
And never forget you can never live up to anybody's dream
You are not a dream, , maybe at the very most, a bit dreamy

A very small part to play
In the background, hardly noticed
This is a safer path, than all celebrity
Or stardom. So play your part
As well as you can, and be grateful,
Because to be centre stage-
Is oh so much a horrible job.

No let up from the scorching bat
The flogging is a bit too thick
Where the fielder gets laid out flat
Due to its fervent canning stick*

The flogging is a bit too thick
We've been struck by the boiling heat
Due to its fervent canning stick
Every day this is on the beat

We've been struck by the boiling heat
Downed in a sixer's knocking hit
Every day this is on the beat
Which drains our energetic pit

Downed in a sixer's knocking hit
Due to its fervent canning stick
Which drains our energetic pit
*the flogging is a bit too thick

Sometimes the sky wants us back home.

The stars own a bit of us all.

Sometimes its hard to say no,

'I'm not quite ready to leave'.

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She /// Ah ah she

Goes a long way

A little bit a lucky


: :


If we ain't dead

We lived another day

Ah /// she

Loves me

Yes indeed!


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Wars are raging

So is peace

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The child is crying

Same as you & me


A little bit a lucky

Goes a long way

Along the same road

As the refugees

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Oh yeah

Lucky little girl


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