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 Apr 2018 Elle H
Francie Lynch
If
 Apr 2018 Elle H
Francie Lynch
If
If you were a book,
I'd read you again.

If you were a ride,
I'd wait in line.

If you were my dream,
I'd never awaken.

If you were a star,
I'd never look down.

If you were a flower,
I'd never look up.

If you were mine,
I don't know what I'd do;
But I'd do it.
 Nov 2017 Elle H
sunshine
No. 44
 Nov 2017 Elle H
sunshine
guess this is the 44th time im writing about you
i must be obsessed
because every time i write, i write for you
even if it sounds like i hate you, i dont
i love you more than you'll ever understand
and even if you walk away
or if you forget my name and my face
you're still my inspiration
my light
my love
 Nov 2017 Elle H
Mike Hauser
What would it be like
If towards the end of our lives
They showed a movie
Of our life and times

What would it be about
Would it draw a big crowd
What would the rating be
And would kids be allowed

Would they laugh or cry
Gladly pay the full price
When the scary parts played
Would they cover their eyes

Would we be ashamed
If our families came
At the end of the film
Would they see us the same

Would it be action packed
A Super Hero unmasked
If nobody else
Would our kids be impressed

Would they be happy or sad
When the credits rolled past
Would the movie explain
We did our very best

What would they find
If towards the end of our lives
They showed a movie
Of our life and times
 Oct 2017 Elle H
Someone
Trash
 Oct 2017 Elle H
Someone
It's like I am a trash can,

That everyone dumps all of their emotional garbage into.

But I never get emptied.
 Aug 2017 Elle H
A Thomas Hawkins
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
Follow me on Twitter @athomashawkins
http://twitter.com/athomashawkins
 Aug 2017 Elle H
Lyn-Purcell
You can be around a person forever,
and still, you'll never know
their true character.
Seen this countless times.

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