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dark_devilish
dark_devilish
F A poet of deep thoughts
Fine, I get it You don't like it anymore Fine, I get it You wanna see the world some more But promise, your eyes will never change Promise your eyes will never look me away Your eyes shall never see the same to anyone else The way they saw me the first time we met The shine, the sparkle, the beauty they hold Is what drove me crazy, and made me so bold Shall I remain, or may i not be? Your misty-eyes I will always believe With warmth and wishes buried deep within I hope once again our eyes shall meet
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Feb 19, 2021
Feb 19, 2021 at 4:21 PM UTC
Your Eyes
Out of the ordinary, out of the blue Tired of it's reckless life; it wanted to blew. I'm just a hefty spare , it thought to itself Never knowing what it was; intended to do Trying to fit in, but all in vain. despair of it's life , Just bearing through. "Non see how majestic I Am My fine polished tread; matte black hue Yet I just hang through all my life sad " Ending it's life by the great old tree Just becoming a swing for children and beings
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Feb 11, 2021
Feb 11, 2021 at 6:28 AM UTC
Spare Tyre
I will surely feel lonely again I might die inside too But if it makes you happy, I'll celebrate my death with you. Don't look over your shoulder And wonder how I've been You already did enough for me, You've given me your best. But if we ever meet again Ask me how Im doing, I'll give you a sudden smile And say "I'm fine" again
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Feb 11, 2021
Feb 11, 2021 at 6:23 AM UTC
Again
Sometimes youre pale Sometimes you're high What you don't realize Is you're passionate inside Look for the advantage Look for the fines Falls matter less When you're building a hive Follow the impulses Follow all your dreams Happiness must conquer The sorrow till eve
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Jan 15, 2021
Jan 15, 2021 at 6:41 AM UTC
Happy Days
Somewhere in the dark gloom Is a place where the flowers bloom We shall meet again perhaps In the blue light of the moon's presume I may not know where it roots It has already gone through it's doom The flowers blossom, it's vital slay Now and here my words shall loom It will not ache, it may not yearn Whatever the case, it shall not fume Invite it again but as a friend this time Thus, here I stay as of it's boom
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Jan 7, 2021
Jan 7, 2021 at 9:17 AM UTC
It; The Fear