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You keep your promises
I like that.
There is a promise that if we seek out our ancestors and become interested in our family history, we will be protected from the evils of *******.
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there are a hundred and fifty pokemon
but only one of you
you are the legendary love that i could never catch

i remember kissing your Meowth and it was beautiful and fierce

do you remember, darling, the way you Jinxed our stars

You Charmandered me, left my cheeks pink and rosy
Gave me an Electabuzz
The heat rose to my face every time we locked eyes

(i always was a bit Oddish)

I want to Pikachu when you don't think I'm looking, as you stroll through the crowds of your own thoughts

But you Rapidashed out of my life.

Is it Farfetch'd to wonder if you ever think of the Eeveening under the stars
When you said there was no Chansey that we could ever be together

Well
I remember
And I say
Ditto
to that.
I wrote you a text message
But I didn't hit send.
I started to call you
but instead
i hit end.
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Every time I didn't,
I almost did.
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all your hair pulled into the little knot on top your head caught my eye, no doubt.
Or maybe, it had something to do with the way your bottom lip pouts.
Or how, thanks to those thick glasses the oceans of your eyes are magnified.
God only knew there'd be a tsunami when you cried.
you always looked as if you were about to cry.
I hope there's a storm named after you.
I'll listen for your name on the weather, news and the radio.
Because I know I'll never see it flash across my phone.
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You never showed up that night.
Why'd you leave me alone?
I don't hate you.
Please, don't think that.
It just still hurts,
the way you
knocked me
off of my
throne
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I don't hate you, You were a great story.
But every book ends.
Try to believe me, I really do want to read it again and again.
But every library book has to be returned.
or there's a large fee and my pockets are burned.
you see the world is our library.
and I only borrowed your story.
I have to return you now back to your shelf.
for you to collect dust and reflect on yourself.
one day someone will show more love than I did when they turn your pages.
And they will release all your unpublished chapters from their cages.
all in different writing and editing stages.
and all written in braile because love is blind.
Our Story Is Overdue.
I can't pay the fine.
I have to
return
you.
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© copyrighted Nicole Ann Osborn
I just really need to get to the library.
A friend of old, once was so bold
as to me suggest, and i hereby quote
Women are like dogs, and our attention the bone
When the dog is still a ways, and looking for a taste
then whip the bone out, and attract her gaze

As sure as the sun will rise in the east
she will trot over, and be eager to please
Now comes the time to make her beg
Hide the bone, he said, and begin the tease

She will not budge, and give you a nudge
She will beg and plead, and whine and such
Just when it seems, that she has lost interest
whip the bone out again, and cause further unrest

This will make sure, that she stays allured
Hoping that she gets the bone after this test
Put this cycle on repeat, keep her in heat
You have my word, you have a cage and a bird

It disgusts me to know how men stoop so low
It gives me pain, to say I listened with care
But when I thought it over, cold and sober
I knew I would die alone, before I played Dog n Bone

Love is no game, and power not its aim
True love takes no prisoners, nor can it ever maim
It knows only to give, and give till there's no more
I am sorry this poem had to be like this, but I hope you appreciate the necessity to write it so.
It was eighth grade band
the very first day
I'd been a member for years
and I knew how to play

But I looked across the circle
and time stopped dead
I couldn't catch my breath
and the thoughts left my head

That moment stretched on
for what seemed like a year
I was overwhelmed with bliss
and consumed with fear

I never believed
in love at first sight
but there she was
she shone so bright

But this isnt a fairy tale
with a happy end
we still see eachother
but she calls me a friend

I still lover her
but it matters not
she moved on
my love she forgot

I'll cherish that moment
for the rest of my days
when I saw the only girl
I will love...always.
I'm forgetting so much this year
They charge a memory for every tear
The last thing I remember came crashing from my eye
and now I have no reason left to cry.
Blessed are the forgetful
for they get the better even of their blunders.
Im trying to decide
what it is that
I see in you
what it is that
makes me love you
Because really
you just make me tired
all of the time
I'm stressed
depressed
and overall in pain
just being with you
yet I can't help but stay
because theres something
I love about you
Its not so much your eyes
or your voice
though both of those
are wonderful
its not quite your smile
or your laugh
yet both of those
are sweet
I think its something deeper
calling me to you
and it causes me to stay
even though its rough
I believe its love itself.
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