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Poetry has become my self harm,
I only write at my lows...
Instead of blood I see words,
Instead of a blade I have a keyboard...

I want to write about...
The wind dancing with the sea...
Or...
The way you smile and it lights up your innocent face...

I don't want poetry to be my self harm,
Because poetry is beautiful...
An art...
Not.
Just.
Blood.
And.
Scars.
Judge away... I'm trying to not care... No matter how much I do ...
Napping at midday
I hear the song of rice planters
and feel ashamed of myself.
Don't worry, spiders,
I keep house
casually.
The snow is melting
and the village is flooded
with children.
Ocean wave
curls and calls
gives its all
then
withdraws.
The ocean is never silent.
Tell me a story.
Make it long.
Let me lean against your legs.
Let me close my eyes and
Imagine drowning in the words you say.
Let me breathe in your words.
Let them become a part of me.
Tell me a story.
About you and me.
Forget about the bad parts,
The fighting and the crying.
Stuff it full of love and laughter.
Make me smile.
Make me laugh.
Tell me a story.
Let me fall asleep in your arms.
Tell me a story.
Tell me a story.
I am no match
Nor your flame
But baby won't you lay me down
And ******* just the same
*******
  Like you know me
Be the reason
That we came
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