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Best Poems From
CHELSEA DEVRIES
(08/04/1991)
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Intimidated by Love
They say if it's love
then everything comes naturally
everything has up to
this point.
Except my heart
remains locked behind the bars
that I placed it behind
from past experiences,
Chances turned
to ruins.
Know that I love you,
and all that you
are.
I just don't want to
ruin
all we can be.
Rome wasn't built in a day
neither was my heart.
Fragile, made of gold,
it's one of a kind.
Sign right here
on the dotted line.
Tell me that you will love me
for me,
never leave me for another,
just be
there to hold me up.
When the world is
blown to pieces
around me.
Our love's the only
truth,
that's why I wonder if it's too good to be
true.
Prove me wrong;
Stay.
For me.
Chelsea DeVries
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Lost In Transition
I gave you my heart,
at first you took and
kept it in the drawer
beside your bed.
Then, the world's mirror
reflected your heart into something distorted.
You took my heart
out of the drawer,
threw it at the wall
like a dart for a board.
My heart broke into
little pieces and now
I have become lost in transition.
Chelsea DeVries
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Love
The most complicated element of life to understand.
Does he love me?
Maybe yes.
Maybe no.
No one is sure.
At least, I know that God's love for me is:
Everlasting.
Chelsea DeVries
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Love Is
We mainly see love as:
Red for passion,
Hearts with wings,
A twinkle in one's eye.
Did You ever stop to think
That love can be a bottomless ditch,
A never ending headache, let alone heartache.
A roller-coaster with one's heart in the front seat.
Love can be a never-finished tub of Ben and Jerrys,
A marathon of sappy movies,
Singing love songs for the heck of it,
Final words written on tear-stained paper.
Love can be like stepping on broken glass,
Or a knife that continually stabs oneself in the heart,
A broken mirror giving off a distorted picture,
Diving off a cliff with no ocean below it.
Next time you think of love,
Picture it as a thorn on the stem of a rose,
Instead of the rose itself.
Chelsea DeVries
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