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 Jan 2019
Robin Lemmen
There is art
In your heart
Painting pictures
When I lay
My head down on your chest

There are songs in your eyes
Singing lullabies
When you hover
Pin me down
With your stare

There is a poem
On the tip
Of your tongue
I taste it
When I kiss you

You are tortured
Stereotyped
My jaded lover
I hear it
When you won't talk
 Jan 2019
Penguin Poems
If time heals all wounds,
why does each day without you
hurt worse than the last?
 Jan 2019
Guvar Thomas
She keeps her feelings tucked away,
Like her hair, behind her ear, before a kiss,
It sometimes comes undone, but it only makes her more beautiful,
As if such a thing was even possible .
Nothing is more reassuring than her presence,
Nothing more rewarding than her smile,
She smells like the earth after rain,
Ironic, her eyes gleam like lightning in a quiet storm.
She is all that is good in this world,
She soothes your soul with just one word,
Like a cool autumn breeze she relaxes you,
Her hugs, the definition of kindness, the embrace of an angel.
Her raven color hair absorbs all light,
That then shines from her heart,
She lives within your dreams,
Because that’s the only place you’re not alone.
Wrote this in a drunken haze.
 Dec 2018
Jack P
Have you ever liked someone so much you regret meeting them?
 Dec 2018
CJ
Just because you're not crying,
Doesn't mean you're not sad.
Just like how smiling,
Doesn't mean you're happy.

Cause at times, i just forget to smile or cry...
You will never see an expression the same way again...
 Dec 2018
sage
Beware the boys
With dyed blond hair
blue eyes
and beautiful music

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trust me darling
That handsome smirk
May have told you
    ·   
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                        ✦      · .
  *    *  . * .    
he wanted all of you
  *   ✺ ˚ ⊹             ✵      ˚ +    . .        ˚    ✷ ·  .   .       · *     ⊹   . ⋆ ˚
But it turns out
He only meant your skin
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 Dec 2018
Aislinn Miell
I always feel sentimental when it rains,
So, on sad days like this I leave the house without an umbrella.

With my headphones in,
listening to our favourite songs,
I walk past your old house.
Or the cheap restaurant we always went to.
Just so I can let my heart feel close to you again.
I must be so pathetic.

but when the rain stops
You will exist only as another memory.
So, I embrace the droplets on my skin,
Even if I do catch a cold.

On sad days like this I cannot help but wonder
if it’s raining where you are,
if you think of me.

So, until the next time it rains, we walk our own paths.
 Nov 2018
kivel
Death is a cruel lover

for he cheats on me
with the people closest to me
end
 Nov 2018
Bloodyrabbitt
I just smile, and the silence was the answer when you left.
 Nov 2018
Cryptic
There was a time,
I am in profound idea of you,
That I never mind around me,
Though you were beside me.
There was time,
I wished to be loved by you,
Even if you told me that you loved me
It made me believe that its true
There was a time,
I can see me in your eyes,
But not in your heart
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