soporification - Hello Poetry

The Moon, scrapes his stitches, we slow-dance to his lament. Clouds of rumors, yet to rain, to words and words, my road is bent. Didn't you had my all? Hush, each lie comes alive in one red rose. Unquestionably, I shall wait, you took off the fire, I lay froze.

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May 29, 2021

May 29, 2021 at 6:12 AM UTC

Cold

The Moon, scrapes his stitches, we slow-dance to his lament. Clouds of rumors, yet to rain, to words and words, my road is bent. Didn't you had my all? Hush, each lie comes alive in one red rose. Unquestionably, I shall wait, you took off the fire, I lay froze.

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Clouds are pale, darkness looms barren land, got rose no blooms. Lied with you, just in your reach. to unlove you, now won't you teach? Sinful love, with treacherous lies, my hopeful hands, one hopeless prize. Shimmery diamonds leave you blind. so never just go with what you find. With curtains off, there's no restore tryna try, now scares me more. To a heart in shingles, works no glue ache and fake, my brand-new hue. Souls are just to sell and buy, so why to fly, when you fall and die?

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May 25, 2021

May 25, 2021 at 1:50 PM UTC

Loneness

Clouds are pale, darkness looms barren land, got rose no blooms. Lied with you, just in your reach. to unlove you, now won't you teach? Sinful love, with treacherous lies, my hopeful hands, one hopeless prize. Shimmery diamonds leave you blind. so never just go with what you find. With curtains off, there's no restore tryna try, now scares me more. To a heart in shingles, works no glue ache and fake, my brand-new hue. Souls are just to sell and buy, so why to fly, when you fall and die?

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It was ailing, and today it went, - like the dead bird's soul, shadows as dark as coal, flew out of my sight, 'cause I stepped in light. Honey now you're too late, I was yours, you gave me hate. Don't you repent any action, over your lies, stands my mansion Blinding has gone every hue, I hope it never happens to you, 'cause when you're all alone life is too long to the bone. Throw aside the Moon and the sky y'all, I beg just never make anyone cry. - it was love, and today, finally, it went.

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May 24, 2021

May 24, 2021 at 2:43 PM UTC

Exodus

It was ailing, and today it went, - like the dead bird's soul, shadows as dark as coal, flew out of my sight, 'cause I stepped in light. Honey now you're too late, I was yours, you gave me hate. Don't you repent any action, over your lies, stands my mansion Blinding has gone every hue, I hope it never happens to you, 'cause when you're all alone life is too long to the bone. Throw aside the Moon and the sky y'all, I beg just never make anyone cry. - it was love, and today, finally, it went.

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Why here looks like so much pain when there comes no equal gain? Live with ache though just be sane bring some blues to the hueless lane. You must know that, each one cares, difference makes the heart; its layers. Comprehending, whether one shares or ends up just with blank dead stares. Reflection, so you hate it too? must have seen that you're see-through. Gift some happiness, can't you do? Do some mend for the broken shoe. All don't know what pain gives end, ache and words, rueful blend. Wrote them messages, never hit send then to sadness, how won' we tend? Rightly made, my rhyming words flew with thud, some dreadful birds. Childhood spent with useless nerds, is there worth, when stale milk curds?

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May 24, 2021

May 24, 2021 at 10:01 AM UTC

Apposition

Why here looks like so much pain when there comes no equal gain? Live with ache though just be sane bring some blues to the hueless lane. You must know that, each one cares, difference makes the heart; its layers. Comprehending, whether one shares or ends up just with blank dead stares. Reflection, so you hate it too? must have seen that you're see-through. Gift some happiness, can't you do? Do some mend for the broken shoe. All don't know what pain gives end, ache and words, rueful blend. Wrote them messages, never hit send then to sadness, how won' we tend? Rightly made, my rhyming words flew with thud, some dreadful birds. Childhood spent with useless nerds, is there worth, when stale milk curds?

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