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 Jun 2019 Zeyu
Poetic T
Life is death,
            breath is a tome.

And every step,
          we walk to
  

our carcass in earths grasp.
 Jun 2019 Zeyu
Juno
We will miss you
And that’s okay.
We said we’d win
Whatever it takes.

For the good of the world
You had to jump.
We all know that,
Yet it still cuts.

Are you happy there?
Do you know we won?
And what about him?
Do you know what he’s done?

You both together
Are the reason we won.
You jumped, he snapped.
It worked, but you’re gone.
 Jun 2019 Zeyu
LS
when a poet falls in love with you
you can never die
they will notice the way
you rub your palms and look down
when someone is angry at you
and the way you smirk
as you pull away from a kiss

they will notice how you can't sleep
without your body touching someone else's
how you never crease any pages of books
and how you close your eyes when you dance in your kitchen
with your record player on

they will find all of the words
that they see you as
and turn them into something beautiful

people say you die twice
once when you stop breathing
and when someone says your name
for the last time

if you fall in love with a poet
they will never stop
mentioning your name
you will be alive
for eternity
 Jun 2019 Zeyu
LadyM
Poetry
 Jun 2019 Zeyu
LadyM
I stopped writing for a while
And I didn't quite know why,
I've always used my poetry
To heal my wings when I couldn't fly.

Then, one day, you arrived
And we did have our ups and downs,
But day by day, you loved me more,
I wore my smiles instead of frowns.

My pen untouched, my notebook lay still...
Yet, my words are roaming free
Yes, now I see, I needn't write,
When I speak to you, my speech is poetry.
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