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  Apr 2018 Meghan
Bee
hell is a place where
you constantly love those that
do not love you back.
Meghan Apr 2018
The moon is my birthmark
it lights my skin in
days of dark
Yet wasn't a souvenir
but most likely a
burn or scar
created that night
when you left me
under the stars
Starting that day he left I became the blessed daughter of Luna
Meghan Mar 2018
There is nothing more
satisfying
when you came to read
books of your
memories
and returning it to the
bookshelf of your
mind
Meghan Mar 2018
You kissed my lips
And that was the time
I never wrote
One poem nor
One song

And it saddens me
Meghan Mar 2018
Listening to the devil
is seeing the
depths of hell
in your
own hands
Meghan Feb 2018
Then, there you are,
with her,
while i was helplessly
watching my figure
disappear on your face
Meghan Feb 2018
Why do sad girls only write about being broken and sadness itself?

Because they know joy is a temporary guest everybody wants to entertain, therefore expected to leave...
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