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I think I know that he doesn’t love
me,
And I hold my breath when I’m with him
Because I’m waiting for the shoe drop to happ..
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Why did you stop writing?
I have inquired this so many times,
And all you do is shrug,
All you do is tell me that you don’t know,
Bu..
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Slowly, we dance our waltz,One two three, one two three, on and on,But I’m on two when you’re on one,And I know how this dance ends, Slow..
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He called me a hopeless romantic.He said that I was naïve for wanting someone to love me like the sun loves the moon,And he turned up his nose w..
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Rage against the dying world,Rage against the light,Rage against the sorrows that bar my heart from flight. The morning left me winded,The evening le..
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This poem is dedicated to my father.
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Her heart beats quickly, and it beats red wine.His breathing slows, and he inhales her scent.She drinks him in with her midnight eyes.He hears her si..
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