Just a Poet

(For the Broken)

Camie Doll
im just a poet for the broken
words for the weak hearted
lonely hands typing pain out
finishing something I shouldve never started

sad words are flowing through
nothing important coming out
I thought about it for hours
theres nothing left for me to wonder about

waited my whole life to find it
and lost it before I knew
used to think my words came from nowhere
until the first time I wrote about you

you find yourself broken on a sidewalk
alone with only a pen
your hand becomes the notepad
and the air around you, your friend

I wont be the broken one anymore
Ive said it a thousand times
im a poet FOR the broken
nothing from my face, but teary eyes

will I always be that girl
the one hiding in the dark
too scared to show what I am worth
with a much too fragile heart

am I destined to be lonely
with only notebooks as my retreat
my soul inside of pages
waiting for someone to read

is it fair that i be locked up
afraid to grow wings, to try
Im afraid Ill always be the broken poet,
instead of the butterfly...

Published by Camie Doll

I am 24! I am married. I LOVE GOD, CHURCH, AND FAMILY. I have been writing since I was 12. Drawing only for a couple years. I love photography! I love my pets, they are my kids!  View profile

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  • Camie Doll6/12/2009

    Thank You So Much, You Have No Idea What That Means To Me! :)

  • Barbara Quinn6/12/2009

    Girl. I know this is late in coming, but I so love to read you. You have amazing, beautiful, tortured talent that is a rare find indeed.

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