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The Real Me
By Invisibledarkness
Pain raining,
Like feathers falling from a broken-hearted
angel,
Hurt being hidden,
Whether from me or from
you,
I cannot decide,
Can you see the hurt past the
smile?
The broken-heart past the cheerful eyes?
Maybe
you can,
Maybe you can't.
But one day you'll see...
The real me.
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Copyright 2011 Invisibledarkness
Published on Wednesday, July 27, 2011.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
Author's Note:
My first poem on the siteComments on "The Real Me"
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A former member wrote:
We can't keep our true essence suppressed for long. That is, just the way it is. But as a defense mechanism we absolutely have to hide who we are and only share ourselves with the people we love. There are consequences for that sort of thing. Nice piece.
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A former member wrote:
so melancholy but very beautiful also... like feathers falling from a broken hearted angel ..
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On Wednesday, August 31, 2011, Devilish
(2633)
wrote:
Had to read again... lovely!
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On Saturday, August 27, 2011, ColorMeToxic
(238) wrote:
That was beautiful.
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On Thursday, July 28, 2011, Devilish
(2633) wrote:
Yes this is nice... Welcome to DarkPoetry...
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A former member wrote:
NICE!!!! i can definatly relate i wish u luck on the site!!!
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