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brat bunny Feb 2018
books are curses
they hold you captive
show you a world you cannot have

books are curses
they take you away
hold you close and tell you it will be ok

books are curses
and their authors are just the same

books are curses
brat bunny Feb 2018
All those years ago, you smiled at me
I saw the hurt and pain in your eyes but your smile reminded me
You told me to love all of you
You told me to stay away
You're hurting and all I did was watch you fall
All those years ago, you called my name
I saw the love and passion in your eyes but your frown reminded me
You told me that time was wasting
You told me you loved me
You're flying and I'm drowning
All those years ago, you said to wait at the shore
I saw you on the horizon
I swam too deep and now I'm drowning
All those years ago, you carried me home but what was left was rubble

You told me all of this right before you smiled
I am having writing blocks
help
brat bunny Feb 2018
Storms are the worst
They are loud and strike you with fear
Storms are the worst
And if you're anything like me
You're afraid of them too
Lightening and Thunder
For storms are the worst
They have no mercy and take what's yours
Storms are the worst
Your beloved can see that astraphobia is now your nightmare
For storms are the worst
If you're anything like me
I hAtE storms
brat bunny Feb 2018
Haiku is not my
Style but try as I will I
Might fail miserably
brat bunny Feb 2018
What I write is what I think should be said
Learn about me through these words
I will smile and laugh
but really I cry and close my mouth
For I know my life is really just a debt
What I write is from the heart
I have a lot to say so
h e r e is this
brat bunny Feb 2018
Excuse me miss.
Yes dear?
How can you tell what love is?
Oh well, you can't. It is different for everyone.
Have you ever been in love?
Yes, of course.
Who? Where is he now?
My dear, he is away at sea.
At sea? That's amazing miss.
Well not everything is what it seems, my dear. Remember that.
Ah, will I know I am in love, ever miss?
Yes, dear, you will know.
The boy walked away off the beach, leaving the woman. The woman smiled too. She walked away like the man that the boy talked to before.
A man nearby mumbled;
That boy is surely crazy, talking to the sea and two bottles of ashes. There is no one around.
****** poem written awhile ago and I just found it
brat bunny Feb 2018
If my life were yours and your life was mine
Then who's life would our's be if we both lived them free
If my heart was yours and your heart was mine
Then who's heart would be broken if we both ran out of time
If I gave you my eyes and you gave me your eyes
Then who's future would we be seeing
Because if is to then, then is to the future
The future would be different since you would see the wrong  one
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