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Stop thinking,
just stop your f*****g thinking.
You don’t want him,
tell yourself:
You don’t want him.
You’re..
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When you think of love,
you think of red,
but when I think of love,
I think of blue.
That sweet, crystalline blue.
Like..
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You leave me speechless, in a bubble,
and this whole thing causes trouble;
would you really like to know?
You make me buzz then l..
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It’s funny being the confidant
and not the one confiding,
the other end of the spectrum.
Long I have talked to almost-strangers..
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Do something or get over it.
Get over it?
I’ll be honest;
I can get over it
very easily.
I know I can,
but I don&rsquo..
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I write poems, I write songs,
all of the above.
It’s well-practiced,
and my means of introversion.
It’s absolutely..
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Cyclone,
I’ve got a cyclone on my mind.
It’s spinning so slow,
it’s spinning so extraordinary.
Seafoam,
i..
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I’m so tired, now,
and I’m in a rut, you see.
Don’t know what to know
and sure don’t know what to be.
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Writing just to occupy the time
and all the spaces in my mind.
Tired.
So tired,
and I just want to sleep.
But sleeping does..
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Variation on a limerick. It follows an aabbc ccdde, et cetera rhyme sequence. Plus a little triplet thing at the end. Might be awkward, but I was just..
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