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Tickle
I woke up to an empty space, A friend, a soul, a heart that's gone, a painful place. Memories of laughter, of times we've shared, Flood my mind, a bittersweet air. I hold this photo, a moment in time, We, dressed in black, our spirits aligned. Today, I'll wear black to say goodbye, To lay you to rest, to watch you pass by. The truth is hard to bear, That I'll never see you again, never share. I'll miss you dear friend, more than words can say, Rest in peace, dear friend, may you find your way.
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Jan 31
Jan 31, 2026 at 9:38 AM UTC
Lost from me forever
In shadows, he lingers, lost and alone, A heart that once beat for me, now a hollow tone. He searches for solace, a love that's gone, A melancholy echo of what we once called home. His eyes, once bright, now dim with tears, A desperate longing, a love that fears. He follows me, with a haunting sigh, A ghost of what we had, a love that's died. I feel his pain, a sorrow so true, But my heart, though it aches, is no longer new. I wish he could see, that I'm gone from the fight, And the love we had, is lost in the dark of night.
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Jan 27
Jan 27, 2026 at 8:49 AM UTC
Kwabina
"There's something about that first kiss, isn't there? It's like the world just stops, and all that's left is you. The butterflies in your stomach, the tremble of your lips, It's a rush that never really fades, no matter what comes next. Maybe it wasn't perfect, maybe it was a little awkward, But that's what makes it so real, so raw, so unforgettable. It's the nervous laughter, the fumbled words, The sweet, sweet surprise of it all. It's the way your hearts beat together, The way your souls just click, like they're meant to be. It's the thrill of the unknown, the rush of the new, A first kiss that's etched in your memory, forever true. It's not about the technique, or the setting, It's about the connection, the spark that ignites. It's about the way you feel, like you're home, In that one moment, with the one you love, alone. So even if it wasn't perfect, who cares? It's a memory you'll treasure, a moment you'll replay, A first kiss that's uniquely yours, flaws and all, A love story that's just begun, with a kiss that stands tall.
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Jan 24
Jan 24, 2026 at 5:27 PM UTC
First kiss
Dear love, you're so sweet, A constant ache, a heart that beats. You bring us joy, and endless pain, A never-ending rollercoaster ride, what a gain. You're a rose, with thorns so fine, A beautiful mess, that's simply divine. You'll make us cry, and scream, and sigh, But we'll still come back, like a fool, and ask why. You're a game, we can't win, A puzzle, with missing pieces within. But we'll play along, with a hopeful heart, And pretend that love's a work of art.
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Jan 24
Jan 24, 2026 at 5:20 PM UTC
You're a game, we can't win.
Oh poverty, you're so great, A badge of honor, a wonderful state. You bring us joy, and endless stress, A life of struggle, we truly assess. Your benefits are many, we all agree, No savings, no security, just live paycheck to paycheck, you'll see. You'll dine on ramen, and wear worn-out shoes, But hey, at least you'll have a roof, most days, you'll choose. So let's all cheer, and give a round, For the thrill of living on the financial ground. Poverty, you're a treasure, a gem so rare, We wouldn't trade you, for all the world's wealth to share.
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Jan 24
Jan 24, 2026 at 5:10 PM UTC
Poverty the unwanted Hero