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  Apr 2019 Sehar Bajwa
r
i still try to remember
to take my boots off
at the door

my feet are wet
from walking in the rain

i leave laetoli footprints
on the pine floor
-like the first man

trying to walk upright
but can't seem to
get it straight

There's a lot of empty space
in a house
so full of quiet

wishing for thunder.

r ~ 9/5/14
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  Apr 2019 Sehar Bajwa
Emma
I hate him
              I hate him!
            I LOVE HIM SO MUCH
I want to kick him in the head

     Kick
kick
     Kick
Kick him
     HARD

PUNCH him

Make     love

Break his     phone
Break his heart
   Kiss him

Hug him
Hold     him
Love         him

My chest burns
My  eyes   sting

                                           hide

               SCREAM
   Pull hair
Weep

   Sob

  Kiss

Turn over        .       .       .         forget
                                  .
                       .
            .
it         LINGERS

it pokes
It prods
I twist and turn

What do I do?      I search
Of course.
            Hes niche.
this is                 WRONG
It's not                      FAIR
What do I do with this?
                                           What do I do?
          I love him!
           I HATE him
     Am I a fool?
Should I go now? Cut ties and

losses
again

AGAIN

Forgive
let live
           CrumpleKILL END DIE
SleepNeverwake!Neversleep
I dont WANT THIS                  do i

I need him

What

.
Hello! This is my first poem. Hopefully I will be writing more soon. Thank you for any and all feedback you can provide :3
  Apr 2019 Sehar Bajwa
Jackie Mead
Young love, holding hands
Swimming in the surf, walking on the sands

Young love, sweetly kiss
Life is a blast, full of promise

Young love, dancing at night
In each others arms, holding each other tight

Young love , declaring their future
Baring their souls, whispering to each other

Young love , full of romance
Living life, taking every chance

Young love, open and true
Standing in front of each other, vowing "I do"

Young love, starting out with a plan
To be together forever and build their own large clan

Young love, becomes mature
Still walking on sands talking of the future
Sehar Bajwa Apr 2019
and i will grow roses on my windowsill hoping you follow the butterflies back to me...//
miss you with the fury of a million scorching suns
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