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If
if I could just
write
how I feel
would you still be here?
 Nov 2020 Marya0324
Thomas W Case
It's all trial and error;
weighing heavy on
the latter.
When I feel like this,
I want to build an
exit machine;
walk through it to
a different life.
Too many irons in
the fire, I'm burned
beyond recognition.
The situation unfolds
like it always does,
I fall down, and
then get back up.
But I'm tired, and sometimes
the ground is comfortable,
and way too familiar.
Check me out on bandlab, it's a music studio where I've been able to produce some of my poems and put them to a musical backdrop.
I've also done some poetic songwriting, Thomas W case on band lab. Thank you all very much. https://www.bandlab.com/thomaswcase
This will get you to my bandlab page sorry for the confusion
 Nov 2020 Marya0324
Shy
Breathe
 Nov 2020 Marya0324
Shy
You were
My sigh of relief
And now
You’re gone
And I’m sitting here
Gasping for air
 Nov 2020 Marya0324
Wanderer
Is it the words whispered
in secret corridors
i love you

are they proclaimed boldly
from roof tops
I LOVE YOU

Or maybe love
sounds like laughter
giggles shared only between two

what if love has no noise
its beauty is similar to a sunset
seen and felt
but never heard
 Oct 2020 Marya0324
tainted black
..
she
closed her
eyes and took
a very deep breath,
crossed her fingers then
w  h     i     s    p   e    r     e   d,
"I long to see the   o n l  y
man who made me
shine in his
darkness
..
 Oct 2020 Marya0324
Påłpëbŕå
When I caught him in bed with another woman; I asked him-Why?
He shrugged and said-"I am a warm-blooded man"
So I smashed his face and broke his nose; He asked me-Why?
I shrugged and said-"I am a cold-blooded woman"
One thing I always fail to understand is why do people cheat on their partners; If they can't be monogamous, then why do they even get into a relationship. Is loyalty so undesirable?
 Oct 2020 Marya0324
Thomas W Case
I know they look like sunrises and sunsets, but I was painting you.
When I painted all the rivers that lead to the oceans, and the glorious starry nights, and the flowers; the sublime orchids and the tender roses.
In the end
and from the beginning,
I was painting you.
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