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 Nov 2024 Lumin Guerrero
Liana
My picked thumbs
Bleeding
In such throbbing pain
But I'm sorry I missed a detail in your funny story
When you wanted to speak
Anyhow
You didn't notice
Trying not to overthink this one

Too late

Basically I'm kind of in a trance of sorts when picking
My ears deceive me
Because the words that came out of your mouth
Are so insulting
But you would never actually say that to me

My sense of touch deceives me
Because the way you touched me
Was so *****
But you would never touch me like that

My nose deceives me
Because the way your heart smells
It is so rotten
But you are the purest person I know

My eyes deceive me
Because the person in front of me
Is so controlling
But you would never use me in that way

My tongue deceives me
Because the way your mouth tastes
Is so bitter
But you are the sweetest person I know
your views are all i care about.
look at me please.
acknowledge my words.
remember my words and dont let them slip your mind
Edit: ha ha I guess ppl did end up viewing it. I wonder what’s different from those poems that get popular and others that don’t
Bite your tongue
Your words are not worth saying
Bite your tongue
You'll be judged
Bite your tongue
You'll regret your words
Bite your tongue
My hips got a little wider
And my chest grew a size or two
“Pay attention to your surroundings”
And
“Keep your head down to not cause unwanted attention”
Was all I heard
I had a hard time paying attention when all I saw was the ground
You asked me for a hundred dollars
And like a dog I ran to get it for you
Counting the few bills and coins I had
I would do anything to keep you happy
I’d rip my heart out of my chest if another man broke your heart
But now you don’t even consider me family
Vent? Idk I’m just talking
I hate to burden you
with my ugly stew.
I've wreaked havoc
too much on the clock.
I wish I were a pain.
Humanity's stain
died in a **** oven
pity blessed coven.
The river flowed slowly
For it carried precious cargo
An infant in a basket

The river knew what to do
And saved the infant from its demise
Bringing it to the Pharoh's wife

The river flowed gently
All you could hear were the infant's cries
While I'm not the most strongest Christian (Though I hope to be) The stories and lessons from the bible serve as great inspiration for poems
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