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Butterfly
The only art I'm good at, is the art of being lonely.
I painted something at 3am in the morning and I don't want questions, only compliments.
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Marie-Lyne
12
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Marie-Lyne
12
We think too much of what we want to become
Instead of searching for what satisfies our soul
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EmperorOfMine
The moon, he's my friend,
Watching me wander cluelessly,
Sometimes, I tell him my worries,
Often, they get testy,
But he never leaves me abandoned,
He's always there, glowing, somberly,
And he smiles at me because he can see my future,
Even when the sun shines, he's there, watching me, hopeful for me,
I sing to him, he listens to me,
I wish I could hug him sometimes,
Because he affects me, like the tides in the endless blue sea.
The moon, he's my friend,
and I, am grateful, and he reminds me to be happy.
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Black Leaf
Tired
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Black Leaf
I'm tired.
Tired of everything.
I just want to sleep,
And never wake up again.

No, I'm not lazy,
I'm not running away from life.
I'm just tired of the world and myself,
And too tired to change anything.
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Jenn
My Daughter
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Jenn
Sitting alone in my room,
everything seems dark and gray.
The more I sit and think,
the more useless I feel,
the more hopeless life seems.
I cry...
until I think of you.
Your smile radiates warmth,
like the sun on a summer day.
You're my life, my everything.
And things look clearer because
I know I have your love...
unconditionally.
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TheConcretePoet
for

    once,

   i would

love

      to be

         the poem

and

     not

         the poet
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