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Never fall in love with a poet
for their words are sometimes lies
on occasions they're a shield
on occasions a disguise

They will take you on a journey
upon which they bare their soul
in a bid to ease your burdens
in a bid to make you whole

But in every word they choose
for the stories that they tell
lies a little piece of heaven
and a little piece of hell

Tormented souls we poets are
sometimes quite broken and despaired
in search of lost expressions
missed by others who once cared

Never fall in love with a poet
unless you're prepared to share their pain
to hold them close on the darkest nights
over and again
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I glanced at an old polaroid of us,
it belonged on the corner
of my writing desk
months ago

I don’t know how fond memories
are becoming so distant,
how the colors are fading
from warm to dull

like I won’t remember
anything, soon

even red lipstick
leaves a mark on your skin
when you try to wipe it off
and you’re left with
a cherry stain
 Jun 2017 ESTEFANIA JADED
Shi Em
she was a puzzle in a piece of art
painted down on an empty canvas
as splatters of different colored ink
completing a masterpiece  that cannot be understood
by all **** means
and yet there he was staring,
a tear falling from his eye,
as it pierced through every little parts
of his broke down soul
Frankie and Joni
They were young lovers
Nothing could tear them apart
Don't worry baby, says Frankie to Joni
I'll never do you no harm

In a ****** motel
On the outskirts of town
Joni goes dancing with Jake
The rhythms they make, there aint no doubt
God help them if Frankie found out

A cruel twist of fate
Frankie came home
She found Jake and Joni in bed
In a hail storm of lead from a .38 chrome
Jake and Joni were dead

Frankie and Joni
They were young lovers
Nothing could tear them apart
Say what you will about this thing called love
Some people just aint no **** good

— The End —