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 Mar 2021 Joe Quaale
nevaeh
i cannot feel my skin
im not somewhere else
but im not here either
im missing
 Mar 2021 Joe Quaale
NightOwls
Buzz
 Mar 2021 Joe Quaale
NightOwls
It was a nice warm day
a little breeze that came my way
kneeling on the ground
smelling the flowers that surround
as I watch the tiny bee hum.
"Here little love,
in my garden, you can come."
Inkless pen,
Broken hands,
Empty mind,
But a poet's love
For poetry,
Will forever reside,
Inside the heart.
Continue writing poems
ONE-SIDED LOVE-THE KEY TO MY HEART

You have opened the key,
to my heart.

You may not be ready,
or may not know,
that is okay,
But it is open to,
You.

Do not make me wait too long,
Please do not hurt it too much,
This key, that has been opened,
Is only for,
You.

Even if it is not received,
That is okay.
My heart is ready,
For receiving new love,
And new pain.

I wasn’t ready before,
but now I am stronger,
I know that it was just,

-One sided-love-
Key to my heart.

© By HF-Whisper
8/2/2021
 Mar 2021 Joe Quaale
V
Blood is thicker than water,
So I had no reason to cry over you any longer.
Simple and rather straightforward excerpt regarding how no matter how many fake friends (especially given this last year) had left, scammed, betrayed and hurt me or even how previous breakups have affected me, my family was always there in the end to help me recover and keep on trying once again.
🖤
I often struggle with being cynical and never seeking-fearing even- any outside relationship, friend or romantic, due to the fact of life that in the end, everyone always leaves or may hurt you-
But family, especially my mom, has always reminded me why it's always worth seeking and hoping for again and again and that absolutely no one is worth crying rivers over forever, especially if they never had for you. As well as knowing there are many others out there who are much more important and worthy to give your emotions and energy to, in my case, it is my family.
Take it as you will though. :)
 Mar 2021 Joe Quaale
Myrrdin
SH
 Mar 2021 Joe Quaale
Myrrdin
SH
And I never really knew
I had to want them back
I thought I could be owned
Just by being wanted
 Mar 2021 Joe Quaale
bree
A poem
 Mar 2021 Joe Quaale
bree
she wrote a story at night that no one could see she used a silver pen that bled red ink we cried over the paragraphs because when i lifted up my sleeve this poetic writer would realize she was just like me
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