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SRowe
SRowe
22/F/Manila, PH living in a boundless void
I have never thanked you, for the conversations. I have never thanked you, for the smile. I have never thanked you, for asking me how i'm really doing. I have never thanked you, for staying alive. Thank you, thank you.
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Jul 14, 2020
Jul 14, 2020 at 5:16 AM UTC
thank you.
You’re much like the rain, You can be soft or heavy, Or kind to my drought.
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Jul 5, 2020
Jul 5, 2020 at 8:56 PM UTC
Relief
If my fate is to love you From a distance Then I'll burn for you Like a star in your night sky Bright, steady, reliable Unwavering Until the end of time.
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Jul 3, 2020
Jul 3, 2020 at 2:12 AM UTC
My fate
A painful tear leaks from my eye, It screams a terrible sound, A sound so loud but unheard from all around, It flows down my cheek and seeps into the ground, “Help him”, it cries “he wants to die”
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Jun 21, 2020
Jun 21, 2020 at 10:52 PM UTC
he wants to die.
you burn me. and it isn’t anyone’s fault but mine. i gave you the match in the first place.
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May 5, 2020
May 5, 2020 at 3:37 AM UTC
burning matches
Did you know you can dance even when you're sad? It may seem inappropriate to shake your hips while your heart is exploding But I swear- some of my best dances I did with my heart in a sling and my soul in a cast. Draw an invisible circle on any surface, turn up music that flies in the face of your sorrow and give it up to the sky The worst that will happen? you'll break a sweat The best? try it for yourself moonwalk through your despair and get back to me. Dance. Even when you're sad.
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Apr 23, 2020
Apr 23, 2020 at 6:18 AM UTC
Even When You're Sad
the moment a poet falls in love with you is the moment you live f o r e v e r
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Apr 23, 2020
Apr 23, 2020 at 6:16 AM UTC
Immortal
She was like music, and I longed to dance. Her heart was the beat, and I begged for the chance. Her words were the vocals, and I was put in a trance. Her smile was the melody, and I fell in love at first glance.
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Apr 23, 2020
Apr 23, 2020 at 6:14 AM UTC
She was like Music
Night sits on my chest Squeezes poems out of me And grinds my poor soul
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Apr 23, 2020
Apr 23, 2020 at 6:05 AM UTC
Haiku