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chogiyoon Oct 2018
feeling inked on a display heart
no words could be said
with a break rhyme snd shape of lyrics
eyes down with shed tears
he could end up mumbling
hopeless.
chogiyoon Oct 2018
your eyes is too sparkle
shine all day when you stare
glowing the spring out of your smile
let me live all day in a melted eyes
chogiyoon Oct 2018
you say you love the sun, but you wear a sunblock
you say you love the rain, but you use to avoid it when it falls
that's why i scared when you say you love me
chogiyoon Oct 2018
Every little things could never stay
like  the rains could stop fall in,
and a gloomy rose when autumn coming
with a temporary story of us
it could never be the same as past
  Oct 2018 chogiyoon
Erica
never trust a poet's words
they sound sweet at first
but you'll notice the emotion in their words
it all sounds too...
fake
"i love you like the sea loves the shore"
becomes too scripted
you hear the small tinge of love actually left in their voice
hoping
hoping it could mean something
but it doesn't
it never does
it's just the way they say it
one day, after they have left
you will find their poems, and they will be the exact words that they had said to you
once long ago
please understand this poem is in a way just me talking to myself, reminding me to not trust a man who i once loved, thank you
  Oct 2018 chogiyoon
Meera
Some poets write with pen
And others with pain
Just a random thought...
  Oct 2018 chogiyoon
celesti
i wrote you
a letter every day
letters to tell you
just how i feel

written in neat, curved
writing i told you
just how sweet
i thought you were
how you made my heart
glow

letters in which i wrote
with various colors of ink
pouring out my whole being
to you

i wrote you
a letter every day.

i wrote you letters in which
i told you how you made me
bloom.

eventually
i found myself
pressing harder on
the paper
than i had before.

creating tears in them
similar in shape
and size
as the ones
inside of me.

i began to send
letters
with creases
and bumps
and stains
splattered with tears

pouring
from my eyes

as i wrote
the anger
bubbling within me.

my last letter
addressed to you
contained
no words

but was blank.
because
i had none that

could reach
as far

and deep

into the cracks
of my
heart

to describe
just
what you

had left
of me.
a draft i decided to finish because it took a totally different turn than originally intended.
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