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I'm here.
A fortress of pillows,
swimming in sheets.
Thinking of you
while it's raining.

You're there.
Eyes closed,
probably sound asleep.
Wishing you are seeing me,
in your nightly dreams.

Endless conversations,
never-ending memories.
I may have know you
only for a few weeks,
But I know you're mine to keep.

So take this chance
along beside me.
Let's make it worthwhile,
just hold my hand
and keep believing.
PGM.
Dated June 29, 2017
 Nov 2017 Sai
President Snow
Forgive
 Nov 2017 Sai
President Snow
Before you move on,
Forgive yourself first for loving the wrong person you thought to be right
You can't forgive the one who hurt you if you can't forgive yourself too.
 Nov 2017 Sai
President Snow
If her smiles didn't made you crazy all day,
You're not in love with her

If it only hurts you when you see her cry,
You're not in love with her

If her tears didn't made you feel like you want to **** yourself,
You're not in love with her

If her eyes doesn't made you stutter and forget what you'll say next,
You're not in love with her

If her laugh doesn't sent butterflies in your stomach,
You're not in love with her

If in your eyes she's only pretty when she's naked,
You're not in love with her

So if she asks you if you love her,
Never say you do

You're in love with the idea of loving her
Not with her
I'm not questioning the feelings of a person.  Love her and not her body
 Nov 2017 Sai
President Snow
Coffee
 Nov 2017 Sai
President Snow
And here I am pleading

I want you to love me
The way you loved your coffee

I want you to accept me
Despite of my bitter taste
Or my cold face

I want you to be comfortable
With my heat

I want you to need me
Every morning when you wake up

I want you to love me
Until my last drop
Ugghh I'm addicted to coffee
 Nov 2017 Sai
Donna
My Earphones
 Nov 2017 Sai
Donna
I have two angels
Taking me to the moon and
back , singing me songs
This is inspired by my earphones as I love listening to music especially whist ironing makes it less boring :)
 Nov 2017 Sai
Iska
Broken Poetry
 Nov 2017 Sai
Iska
Hello.
I am the trending poem.                                                            ­            
         you see me and I make you feel alive
                                             so you like me and re-post me
                                                              ­    then you leave me alone to die.
Hello,
I am your forgotten lines.
             you created me with a careful love
                                                          an­d decisive rhymes
                                      and then to the bottom of your page I'm shoved.
Hello
I am forgotten, alone and unloved
                           a faded smile a broken dove
                                               I once was beautiful, touching.
                                                       ­   now, I've been replaced, I'm nothing.
 Nov 2017 Sai
Coraline Hatter
Can you miss someone
you never met?

Can you miss someone
you don't know?
Because I do.
 Nov 2017 Sai
Jay Lewis
End game.
 Nov 2017 Sai
Jay Lewis
I forget, Sometimes.
I tear up when your in my mind.
But you see, You were right.
To leave.

You saved me,
And you gave my life back.
You showed me, No one owns me,
No one knows me like that.
You gave me the best gift when you left.
It was a curse but now it's been lifted.

I can finally breathe,
And focus on me.
Before I couldn't see,
my anger was clouding me.
I'm sorry I was reckless,
It was the only way to get through this.

I miss your touch,
but your dangerous.
I love your mind,
but you can never be mine.
I miss our time,
but I've been through enough.
The best gift you gave me was ending us.
 Nov 2017 Sai
zebra
back in the day
rocks could talk
often
they where
casual, petty and small-minded
just like us
divinities platitudes
every word a drop of manna
its magic
wow magic

so out of conceit
we made them gods
deferred to their credibility
and like idiot children
paid attention to their great allegories
a provident sea of wisdom
from the skeletons of time

we carved their faces from stones
put them on pedestals
and gave them names
the great know it alls
urns of heaven
those oracles of old

and so ensued
the epic cycle of talking statues
and thats how decisions where made
back in the day

the statues are strangely mute now
sunken shadows into earths bowels
and the age of reason
has been transplanted
by the age of
what the ****
a new
hobbled world soul
of darkened consciousness
to cope with tentacles of complexity
and a forest of trials
where depth of thought has been replaced
and decisions are made by
the exalted
ennie meenie minee moe
method
an abstruse form of ritual magic

so from now on
all arguments will be settled
by me
sticking my tongue out
 Nov 2017 Sai
Kellin
I want to be there for others who need me.
But I am barely there for me and when myself shouts for my embrace, I kiss it with violence.
Self destruction
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