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There's this preconceived notion that poetsknow all the right words, in all the right order;But the truth is it's just our internal voicesscreaming in..
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Bad days.Bad hair days.Bad bone days.Bad days...Where my pockets are full ofDangerous thoughts andUnspoken fear and all the words IShouldn't say out l..
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My favorite color is green.I love all shades of green,but my favorite color isSome where between PineGreen and Emerald GreenBecause it reminds me ofth..
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You came in like a sudden Summer thunderstorm,
and you left like a simmering Hurricane in August:
devastating.
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I am an echo of what used to be;
A hint of shallow, haunted whispers.
It’s been seven suffocating years
Since your selfless lips brushed min..
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The seconds, the minutes, the hours, the days;
They’re poetically dancing around my face
As I tire to hastily grasp a few fleeting glimpses, ..
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Just something I thought of while driving home one day.
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Pardon me, for the sudden
Breeze of pure affection
Has me drowning in a wave
Of sweet, succulent emotion,
For which I cannot escape.
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I do not dabble in the fine art
Of short, simple conversation.
For I am an ocean of utter chaos
Longing for just one beautiful soul
To match the..
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The words, they form so naturally,
A foreign concept to these hushed lips;
With you, effortlessly they flow...
Like the colors of a Summer Sunset,..
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