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inessrose
inessrose
27/F Je serai ta poète, et toi ma poésie.
You looked so majestic sitting there Delicate, divine, and bare Vulnerable but I didn't care How could I? You, with your brown eyes and your short brown hair Resting on a broken chair Defeated but I didn't care I had to lie Over and over and over again to get you Over and over and over again, I let you down Over and over and you were over it, you'd even given up your crown You should have known better when I said that I'd be there for you You should have known better than to believe when I said that I would help you through I'll tell you that I'm sorry but by now you should know the truth Helping someone other than myself is something [that] I just can't do I saw my chance and I acted fast Things this pure (you see) they never last At least they never have in my past I bled you dry I didn't want you to leave the shadow I cast With your love so deep and your heart so vast You'd be happier in a light you could bask That's why Over and over and over again I hurt you Over and over and over again to keep you down Over and over and you were over it, you couldn't even reach your crown You should have known better when I said that I'd be there for you You should have known better than to believe when I said that I'd be there for you I'll tell you that I'm sorry but by now you should know the truth Helping someone other than myself is something [that] I just can't do I can't be good to you
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Mar 26, 2020
Mar 26, 2020 at 8:20 PM UTC
Good To You
I was scared And I was scared straight I was torn And I was a tornado I was the pain And I was the painter I was ****** And I was ****** right I was just And I was just enough I was dependent And I was dependent on nothing I was true* And I was truly ashamed I was used And I was used to it
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Sep 15, 2018
Sep 15, 2018 at 6:53 AM UTC
Both
It’s people who go way back That won’t give me a call back I left them back in Philly Left them in my old city It’s people who go way back But I don’t want to backtrack Some of them will grow and glow Others will reap what they sow It’s people who go way back And yet I have to fall back We could have stacked together And been best friends forever It’s people who go way back, That disappeared like yik yak Please keep that same energy Quand tu me voit sur Paris
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Jul 30, 2018
Jul 30, 2018 at 9:03 PM UTC
When you see me in Paris
I toed the ocean’s green. It took me to his face, a match in colors, his eyes and this water both hypnotizing, like a moth to a flame. But the sand was coarse unlike his smoothness, coat after creamy coat of membrane thin porous loveliness, to let him live and breathe. It looked unreal - him a doll,  and this sea a painting - ‘twas all too much beauty to encompass in one place, one body. That’s where balance storms in, for the water she roars she shouts and she tugs. His eyes tug too, at my heart. With matching habits they pull and smash me then carry me out till someone cares to find me.
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Jul 30, 2018
Jul 30, 2018 at 11:09 AM UTC
Untitled
There is a bird on my window sill So indecisive, sitting still She could have been up on that tree Instead, she came and talked to me “Oh pretty girl you know things well So tell me which one would be swell To sing for a crowd that isn’t there Or to die for a crowd that doesn’t care?” I didn’t know quite what to say And so the bird, she flew away
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Jul 30, 2018
Jul 30, 2018 at 10:39 AM UTC
The Bird Who Knew
I trudged on Showing up with heavy eyes Arms lifelessly swaying with my gait Going through the motions Then I got my fix And like all of us creatures of habit I formed  a routine around this upper Making it necessary Like morning tea Or perhaps coffee is your hot beverage of choice You invigorated me And now I can face anything unabashed
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Jun 23, 2018
Jun 23, 2018 at 10:51 PM UTC
Caution: hot
I gave you a place to rest your head I let you Share my sheets And in return I found All my secrets roaming the streets
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Feb 2, 2018
Feb 2, 2018 at 8:27 AM UTC
Naïveté
Here I am Again drinking Like there’s a fire inside That won’t extinguish Unless I douse the flame - 151 by Ines Rose is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License.
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Jan 19, 2018
Jan 19, 2018 at 5:45 PM UTC
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