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i find myself longing for loneliness,
my room, my silent protector,

it is not the fear of being seen,
but one of being perceived,
my room is my shield,

i find myself longing for solitude and silence,
for in the quiet of my sorrow,
i am most at ease,
i am home.
welp, my first poem. i guess.
In my heart is a burning desire
to give you love that is as breathtakingly fierce as a wildfire
but is as tenderly calming as a soft rain—
the kind that kisses away pain.
Yet if I cannot take your pain away,
still, let me stay.
Share it with me,
even if I, too, must bear it for eternity.
I will adore you in your every color, every hue—
yellow, red, green, blue.
To you, I am deeply and utterly devoted,
my only, always, and beloved.
please i need an out

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its getting worse
Him
Amidst the crowd,
I try to see.
Him unknown,
a mystery to me.

Gaze met once,
a fleeting chance.
I told myself,
no mutual glance.
just felt like writing it...
only a few can see
appreciation of its beauty
unseen to most
to where it hides
its truth without a cost.
And how much is art really worth?
It's an alright guise
It helped me win a prize
Pay no attention to my size
Just ask if I am wise

So quick of you to advise
Before I can apprise
You stand to watch me rise
After I have been abscised

Perhaps you will baptize
And hope to capsize
All that I chastise
And all that I cognize

This poem I comprised
Of all that you demised
All that you despised
And all that you devised

Why do you always demonize
Just to get a word in edgewise
If you truly wish to excise me
Why not just Graecize me

I Watch the moon rise
I reprise and revise
I get streetwise
And I stylize
I like rhymes!
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