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You need a break from society,
So come and sit with me,
Make sure to enjoy your tea.

I've been hard at work fighting for your country,
So come and sit with me,
Make sure to enjoy your tea.

After 200 years of war,
You're finally free,
So make to enjoy your tea.

Whilst you was gone,
I've waited patiently,
Just to make you a cup of tea.

I love you,
So much I've waited nervously,
So enjoy MY cup of tea I made for you.

I'm so proud of you...

Love, [REDACTED] .
A poem about a soldier returning home to his Wife's first tea in 200 years.
REDACTED Nov 2017
I am a king,
but with no crown.
I am an artist,
but with no pencil.

I am a solider,
but with no weapon.
I am a musician,
but with no instruments.

I am a God,
but with no religion.
I am a human,
but with no heart.

Hello?
Is anyone there?
No?
Oh, okay.

-[REDACTED] Has left-
REDACTED Nov 2017
The sweetness of your taste,
All that time gone to waste.
The essence of your taste,
Makes a ***** like me go insane.
But now the taste of your essence,
Leaves me no other option.
I'm sorry my love,
But you knew this would happen.

I never thought that you,
Would be at the edge of my blade.
But I've got to do what must be done,
I guess I have this battle won.
Now with your body, still and dead,
I can finally get this fantasy out of my head.
I now finally have your crimson red taste upon my hands.

I'm sorry it turned out like this,
But having your blood all over me makes
So **** happy.
I can't stop laughing, am I going insane?
Am I broken?
Did I really just **** my only reason to live?
Oh well, I'll meet you up there eventually...
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This is my first attempt at a more, messed up, and Yandere poem.
REDACTED Nov 2017
Here's the truth for you, Money can't buy you love,
Here's the truth for you, Money can't buy you emotions.

Money can buy you a lot of things,
Money can buy you fame,
Money can buy you goods and materials.
Money can buy you someone, just don't expect for them to stay for long.

Money can buy a lot of things.

Money can't buy you a lot of things either. But one thing you'll never be able to buy with money.

Is me.
Come and find me.
And money won't help you.
My 5th poem now :D
REDACTED Nov 2017
For once I am truly free,
From his icy grip.
I'm free from his fake illusions,
I'm free from his loving-hate.

I was unleashed from his chains,
But then I was dragged back,
Back into his personal hell.

Why would you do it?
Why did you did it?

You need to trust to be betrayed,
But I never trusted him.

And from this day on.

I.
Never.
Will.

Goodbye.
Meh fourth poem here :P
REDACTED Nov 2017
I give you something,
And you always give it away.
I give you my trust,
By then you go and give it away.
Why do I still trust you?

I give you my love,
But then you go and give it away.
Why do I still trust you?

I give you my heart,
And instead of giving it away,
You simply break it.
Why the hell do I still trust you?

You gave me your trust,
And I kept it.

You gave me everything,
And I kept it.

But now, there's nothing worth keeping of yours.

Why do I still trust you?
Oh wait, I just remembered,
I do not.
My third poem here :D
REDACTED Nov 2017
Oh how I wish
That you were here
The soothing sound
Played upon your guitar
The way you smiled
The way you cried
The way you loved
The way you hated
Oh how I wish you was still here.

The way you rolled in the green fields
The way you burned Everything down
The way you tried to love me
The way you died to love me

Oh how

I wish you were here.
A sweet and simple one.
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