Amateur Poetry

   
Title:  I Hurt Author:  Skittlez
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I listen to slow songs,
At dances I attend.
Trying to hide the pain,
of a heart that just won't mend.
 
Someone help me stop it,
Oh how my heart aches.
Every time I see you,
A little more of it breaks.
 
I hide the hurt and sorrow,
Bottle it up inside.
My heart and soul are places,
Where the pain resides.
 
I cover up the feelings,
Of love that I possess.
The love will stay hidden,
Until I can confess.
 
Patience is a virtue,
I think it a sin.
Because I had it many times,
And got my heart broken. 
 
   
Other Poetry by this Author:  After All This Time 
A Friend 
Some Things I Can't Do 
I'm Sorry 
Memories
  
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