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  Oct 2016 erik lubbe
Budhaditya Bose
I write poetry,
Just not for everyone,
to cry, or to laugh,
or to feel for me,
But for myself,
To read them later,
to recall the times,
I was happy, or
In pain, reminding myself,
to look up, and move on.....
This is why I write.
erik lubbe Oct 2016
Will we be together forever
You know I can't hurt you
Hurt you the way he used to
But will you be there
When we are gone to another life
Love forever is a love
I like
This is a poem I had on my old account and decided to re-post
erik lubbe Oct 2016
My love for you
It makes me relax
I want to ****** it up
Take it
Take it all in
Capture it and absorb it
For the first time
It's relaxing
Just looking at you
Our love had carried on
We can all love each other
If we think about it
Love is all
Relaxing love is a poem about the good in my life
erik lubbe Oct 2016
This poem
Is simple very simple
Yes I say it's simple
For all of the things it not
One thing is that it's simple
Simple is friendly
We all love simple poems
This is my simple and relaxing poem
erik lubbe Oct 2016
Is it possible
To live through pain
Pain can't ****
But it can destroy you
Break you down
Info the tower you took years to build
Building is a process
It takes years
But not years to destroy
Destruction takes seconds
My love is it possible
To be torn apart yes
My mind power is not strong enough
Will power is not strong enough to hold forever
That is my story of love
erik lubbe Oct 2016
My love honestly
When we FIGHT
It plays a game
A game we all know
Of red light
And green light
The light changes
Some time often
Other time it
Well it
Changes rarly
Sometimes
It fights itself spray
And that's the truth
erik lubbe Oct 2016
Is your love for me a
Truck
Is my love for you a
Truck
I can answer yes to one of those
But what about the other
Will you survive
Survive with me
Or ALONE
Will we DIE ALONE
Or toghether
Love can harm me
It can harm you
It can harm the reader
I speak for those
Those with strong love
The ones
Who love my poems
And those who have never
Never heard of them
Love is hard but will you be there
In the end
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