The Respected Love


I held his hand close to my heart,
neglecting the hatred.
His eyes at first were unclear,
but soon enough everything made sense.

I knew he was only there for a certain reason,
because change occurs whether we like it or not.
Selfish one could say,
but it was my fault because I knew the path he wanted to take.

I played with my heart,
while he only used his brain.
His words were poisonous,
while I was speechless.

It comes down to destiny,
we met and we regret.
Your ways of love,
seemed as a heinous crime to me.

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Until the blood flows through my veins, my mouth will be able to speak. My speaking will float my ideas. My ideas will put strong words together. My words will be expressed through my passion, which is poetry. In fact, someday, it might be the career of my life if it is written in destiny. I definitely have taken a couple of steps to introduce my poetry amongst people. I am a local girl from Vancouver, WA. In the past year, I have published some of my poetry in a local Portland newspaper call Street Roots. My favorite type of poetry is free verse. The poem "The Respected Love" is inspired from the good and bad deeds that have come up in my life. Indeed, my family is a major support when it comes to my poetry.