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 Jun 2015 Jandra
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He left, and told her to wait.
And she waited.
He found someone.
And she already knew.
It was solitude.
And she didn't know.
He observed.
And she broke herself.
And there he was broken.
And she moved on.
And there he stayed broken.
And she found someone.
And there he found courage.
And there she found the one.
And there he found love, again.
And there she found happiness.
And there, there was a happiness on both of them  again.
And they struggled, and struggled, and struggled.
taking ****** shots, for a temporary numbness to the pain.
They loved again.

After sometime, they met again. sent their regards. and the last drops of their old feelings.
 Jun 2015 Jandra
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She giggles at my jokes.
Mumbles *******.
Makes no sense.
Like a kid.
Like she was.
 Jun 2015 Jandra
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She loves the idea of love,
and I am the slave of it.  
She loves the idea of happiness,
and I am deprived of it.
She loves the idea of this and that,
and I am giving her this and that.

I wonder if she do love me, or clinging on false pretenses.
 Jun 2015 Jandra
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Shame on you for not loving me back
Shame on you for not staying
Shame on you for not making me stay
Shame on you for...
Shame on you
Shame on you
Shame on
*Shame on me, for hoping, believing and loving, and living.
 Jun 2015 Jandra
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I wonder why you called...
"Hey. Wanna say something"
I wonder why, at this ungodly hour.
"I miss you"
"I miss you, you *******"
I wonder what will I say, I didn't know, up to now.
Hey, be happy, if it weren't for what I did, you couldn't have met her.

I miss you too, and sorry for that heartbreak.
 Jun 2015 Jandra
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Maybe, poets write because they have unstable feelings.
Maybe, poets write at 2am, in order to ease it.
Maybe, poets write to contain their feelings in to it.
Maybe, poets write *hopelessly.
Maybe, poets write at 2am hopelessly hoping, that, someone, on the other side of the earth, someone is awake to read the poem.

*And maybe someone awake, maybe, to care.
Maybe one of Hellopoetry's purpose.
 Jun 2015 Jandra
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You took me places I loved.
You took me places I admired.
You took me places I'd never visit again.

You took me places..
You took me places....
You took me.....
*You took me to your heart. The place I'd never be able to visit again.
This is inspired by the poem written by musika.
You always do make lovely poems.
 Jun 2015 Jandra
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He fell,
She fell,
They're a bit unwell.

He loved,
She sobbed,
Hearts are throbbed.

He left,
She wept,
Hopes are swept.

He fell,
She fell,
Like a glass

He loved,
She loved,
Shattered

He left,
She wept,
*and it never ended.
I **** at rhyming. Sorry.
I think I murdered the lyric poetry.
 Jun 2015 Jandra
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Maybe if
I swallow that alcohol -
it will burn all the butterflies
inside my stomach.
Intoxicate me with your love...
please..
 Jun 2015 Jandra
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Roses are beautiful,
so does love.
It comes in different colors,
so does love
sometimes as vibrant as red,
so does love
or as youthful as pink,
so does love
or as innocent as white
so does love

but it also has
its thorns -
its flaws,
and
eventually...
it'll wither
*unfortunately
so does love
Young love of the young blood - love ain't gonna be as youthful as you are, young love is best love there is for me; with all the innocence and ignorance a young blood could have, you could freely love - but in the end someone's gotta be hurt, someone's gotta let go, and someone's gotta hold on to its thorns and overcome its flaws, love will hit you like a truck - and you can do no'n about it.

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