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 Feb 15 amelie
Traveler
I don’t love being wronged but my love still beats strong!
I don’t love to exercise
but I love being fit and alive!
I don’t love sour grapes,
but if they’re good for me
I’ll take a plate.
I don’t love death and Gore, and I surely don’t love war, But I do love a strangers smile, won’t you come and sit a while?
Traveler 🧳 Tim
 Feb 13 amelie
Parker
i found an old hoodie of yours in my dresser.
i promise i wont call.
 Feb 13 amelie
Wasil
One Day
 Feb 13 amelie
Wasil
Sound of knocking,
an invitation to stay.
My dear guest,
waiting unannounced.

Today,
I shall open the door.
Warm breeze
Or chilly wind.
Tomorrow,
I shall find out.
 Feb 13 amelie
JohnDuffyASY
(A lone voice whispers)

Do you write
For freedom
From boredom

Or even sympathy

Simply to defeat
Apathy

People who experience traumatic events may sometimes develop apathy syndrome

(indifference and emotional detachment)

As a means to further protect themselves mentally and prevent further distress

This is normally present in survivors of tragedies

And it can be part of post-traumatic stress disorder

Caused by emotions hard press

So are you ready to lay on my couch
And begin to confess

(C)
Copyright John Duffy
 Feb 13 amelie
Xander Holden
Something doesn't feel right
And I wonder if I have time
 Feb 13 amelie
Yu
Sometimes, it feels like we are meant to be
Like your fate is written in our destiny.
My love will finally set you free.
So why can't you see, how much you need me?
(10 Feb 2025)
 Feb 13 amelie
duck
for you
 Feb 13 amelie
duck
smitten
by your face that looks like a kitten
written
poems that make me feel beaten
rotten
thinking about you often
bitten
on the heart, so listen
sweeten
my life like it's slitten

a poem of ten
dedicated for you like a mitten
on cold days
 Feb 13 amelie
Aymeric
Empty
 Feb 13 amelie
Aymeric
I am empty.
And I don’t mean it metaphorically,
or poetically,
or romantically,
or in any other way you like to dress it up.

I am empty.
Straight up.

Unreciprocated love took everything.
And there’s nothing left.
**** in boots
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