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I had so much love to give
you couldn't receive all of it
I went looking somewhere else
Searched all the worlds
Drifted from one universe to another
Until I finally found someone else
A soul I thought worthy of my love
of me
Scary how when you love too much, too hard, your soul searches for a new one to intertwine with.
I told the stars about you.
Every night. They never answered,
and slowly started to fade.
When they finally disappeared,
I understood. They were trying
to warn me about our light switch
i mistakenly took
as a glint in your eye.
electricity baby and sparks of energy. or just crystal ****
 Jan 9 Allie Pine
Do you like it?
Hurting me I mean.
It seems I'm never enough,
and I wonder,
If I'll ever be.

Do you like it?
Loving me I mean.
I feel bad a little,
mostly all the time.

Do you hate it that much?
Living I mean.
Because it seems,
You can't let me.

My chest is filled with men,
who enjoy seeing pain,
and yes,
you're one of them.
But this is a poem.
So I guess,
you can be beautiful.
So many songs remind me of you.
I wonder if the same songs
remind you of
Truth hurts eh
 Dec 2019 Allie Pine
 Dec 2019 Allie Pine
*      *      *      and you are      *      *            
   *           *  just­ like the moon *      *          
*        *   *      -----so, alone-----      *      *    
   *      *    but you shine bright  *      *    
*     *            at the darkest  *      *     *
   *      *      *     of times  *      *      *      *    
*           *           *           *         *          
 Dec 2019 Allie Pine
Amelia Sapp
you were a rare specimen,

i wanted to catch you with my words,

paralyze you with my gaze,

dissect you with my tongue,

and stuff you with my love,

i wanted to keep you as a trophy,

but you were wild, and i was eccentric.
 Dec 2019 Allie Pine
I am high on life,
drowning in euphoria,
and drunk on loving.
 Dec 2019 Allie Pine
Anmol Mago
A cold wind blowing
through the soft drizzle of rain

                          a flower blossoming
 Dec 2019 Allie Pine
 Dec 2019 Allie Pine
I am dancing
with your demons,
and you're dancing
with mine.
And for a moment,  
we forgot we're in hell.
We're not living, we're just killing time.
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