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I really mean no harm. All I can give To you, My arm Not my trust. I must not! Well your trust, is all yours   and its you, who to trust. Who decides, who enacts. With these words, I detract. No I don't! It's my trust, that just lacks Speaking clean About love About Facts I will get it one day Oh I will! Speak at last Is my love what I give And the least You will have Get ready for me And hold me close up the sky
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Apr 7, 2020
Apr 7, 2020 at 8:43 AM UTC
Feelings Aren't Facts
The love of my life, The thrill to behave The chills which with need I feel to portray Pouring down reckless rain Which in vain lift these cheeks And turn red when betrayed Its the love of my life The one i'l strive and survive For Till the time is consumed And drift Through the mist Sewing rifts I persued I'm consumed by my love By the truth Fierce youth All we have is right now And right now, I love you.
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Mar 23, 2020
Mar 23, 2020 at 10:20 AM UTC
The Love Of My Life
The world will never be as you think if you think such,
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Jun 6, 2019
Jun 6, 2019 at 8:04 AM UTC
so think positive.
- "I'm not a poet. I don't feel like one. I like writting. That's all."
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May 29, 2019
May 29, 2019 at 8:50 AM UTC
Silence.. The Heart is speaking
-Look! You want to runaway? -Yeah let's do it! You want to? -Yeah! Let's do it then... -Go! Let's rock
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May 24, 2019
May 24, 2019 at 6:47 AM UTC
Only the brave runaway
You are, This awesome person who really loves to laugh with anyone; to make friends and not enemies; who worries about who's infront of them righ then right now, at that moment. Because, if not? Why are you here then?
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May 24, 2019
May 24, 2019 at 5:21 AM UTC
This is how I see life
Poetry never felt this comfortable. Here, take a seat. Tell me; Who can love you like I love me? You got me, Now and forever.
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May 19, 2019
May 19, 2019 at 7:41 AM UTC
Take a seat. Tell me;
Can I be considered a poet yet? Can I be treated like so? And, how would you treat it if you will? I hope somebody would some day reply. I hope it's not too late to save me from my poet; And, if it kills me tell me I would love to know
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May 18, 2019
May 18, 2019 at 6:18 AM UTC
Am I a poet yet?
Words are just that... Words. Its the worlds you invision from those modest revelations that awake sincere feelings. Feelings your fingers aren't willing to manifest. Feelings your heart is eager to recite.
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Nov 23, 2018
Nov 23, 2018 at 11:36 AM UTC
Words are dead
You warm my heart. You set it on fire and make my soul Ablaze.
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Nov 19, 2018
Nov 19, 2018 at 9:05 AM UTC
Love