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jjlocks
23/F
The beautiful pictures in my mind I can't seem to put on paper It kills me inside that I can't put you on paper
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Feb 9, 2020
Feb 9, 2020 at 3:29 PM UTC
Pretty Paper
I'm like the crumpled up poem in the deep of your coat pocket, forgotten. Until you reach your hand in, snaking around for your chapstick. You write a few more words and then shove it back in, waiting for your next stroke of inspiration, your next breach of intrepidness. But until then, I'm just another crumpled receipt in your coat pocket. Maybe one day I'll be able to tell you I love you. Maybe one day you'll care. But until then, keep writing your mindful thoughts on the crumpled up paper in your coat pocket.
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Feb 9, 2020
Feb 9, 2020 at 3:19 PM UTC
Coat Pocket
Every time I approach you, you glance up. I pretend not to notice. When I talk to you your smile gets wider, your eyes brighter. You try to hold back your grin, but I know better. And though you try hard not to show it, I see it. I usually do the talking, but we both do the laughing. You can't help it. And when we part ways we both pretend nothing's happened. But the next day I try again. I approach you, and you glance up. Don't worry, I always notice. Every time.
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Feb 3, 2020
Feb 3, 2020 at 12:54 AM UTC
Every time
Hey boy, Do you notice me when I stare at your ***** brown hair? Please turn the other way, so you don't hear me say "I like the boy with the ***** brown hair." Hey mom, Maybe one day he'll see me With his brilliant brown eyes gleaming And he'll turn the other way So I don't hear him say "I like the girl who is dreamy." Hey dad, I think you'd approve If he'd just make a move Just please don't turn away If you ever hear him say "I want to marry her, I do." Hey boy, These are just dreams They aren't as they seem But I'll keep on waiting While you keep on dating And hope I'll turn away and hear you quietly say "Hey girl, Do you notice when I stare at your ***** blonde hair? "
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Jan 30, 2020
Jan 30, 2020 at 10:02 PM UTC
Hey Boy
I kissed you atop the Grand Canyon You were better than the view As the moon rose to greet the night I kissed you until morning light Not even maps could lead men to find Where I buried my heart that day I wait longingly for your fateful return How long can this feeling within me burn
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Jan 30, 2020
Jan 30, 2020 at 9:51 PM UTC
Buried Treasure
I want the world to admire me from a distance To say in sub par prose She did not try to be different She just loved completely
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Jan 29, 2020
Jan 29, 2020 at 11:31 PM UTC
Different
If I had a dollar For each time you made me laugh I could bathe in gold and riches And that's not even half But if I had a smile For each time you stole my heart I could live my life forever With the feelings that you impart
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Jan 15, 2020
Jan 15, 2020 at 11:58 AM UTC
If I Had a Dollar
ruin me to rubble erode me away graciously with time undo my roots flush me with green i hear the rivers laughing the trees knocking unearth me to no longer be grounded make me into something that laughs that knocks mold me like clay hold me like the day chop my trunk grow me in the crevices of the cliffs break me open like a geode chip away to my core wonder at my hidden beauty wish for more rest in my blanket of grass sing me like the wind pick my flowers craft them into crowns dance with the bugs watch me like a sunset perfect the paradise be a child go wild and if you wish stay awhile
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Jan 14, 2020
Jan 14, 2020 at 8:38 AM UTC
Ode to Mother Nature
Please let me give you the stars And by the stars, I mean my hand And by my hand, I mean my love And by my love, I mean my life Please let me be your wife And by wife, I mean your safe place And by safe place, I mean your yoke And by yoke I mean your here and now Please let me be your vow And by vow, I mean your rock And by rock, I mean your castle And by castle, I mean your treasure Please let me be your forever
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Jan 14, 2020
Jan 14, 2020 at 12:12 AM UTC
Please
sometimes when the moon is full i sing and sometimes when the moon is full i dance i come alive! But most times, When the moon isn't full, I'm proper. I'm polite. I'm dead.
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Jan 14, 2020
Jan 14, 2020 at 12:10 AM UTC
Once In a Blue Moon