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Badatpoems Aug 2016
I am weaker
My words fall
And
They hit the ground
  Aug 2016 Badatpoems
Ryan Cripps
I caught a whole mess of feelings.
It's something I haven't planned on doing,
but it just kind of happened.
It wasn't up to my choosing.

She paints the heavens with her words.
Her voice is more beautiful than music from the birds,
and it's cliche, but she rocks my world.
I wish we could be together, I wish I could call her my girl.

But it was only a crush.
Temporary love turned into dust.
Though the feelings still stay,
as my heart turns to rust.

Is it feelings or is it lust?

I have no clue
I just know I caught feelings.
Something I don't want,
It's something I find unappealing.
(c) Ryan Kane - 2016
Twitter: @RadicalMartian
Badatpoems Aug 2016
The desire to be close to someone
From this point onwards,
Things change,
The man and the woman come into play
But what happens before
the attraction that brought them together
Is impossible to explain.
                   *It is untouched desire in its purest state
Badatpoems Aug 2016
Lie
You didn't even turn around to look back
You didn't even turn , to watch me crying.

and now when I turn around to look back,
Everything you said , was A LIE
Badatpoems Aug 2016
Wherever we are standing,
I am not going to take you for granted
Because we never know, when we'll *run out of time
Badatpoems Aug 2016
Those eyes once held a prayer
Today, they are nothing but despair.

That smile was so playful
And now, it just seems so forceful.

He was living
And he now, he is pretending.


Or was it just the assumptions of the despondent girl who was ,is madly in love with him
That she thought he feels the same way as she did after she left him.

She shook her head and realised that he don't even care.


Little did she know, that he knew , she was hurting while he was sound asleep.

Little did she know that he will love her till the sun dies.
Badatpoems Aug 2016
You are a poet
You told me
I guess, I am the only one who knows.

But the question is,
                                             *why me?
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