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I fell for you
Fell hard
I don't want you to know
Because you'd feel bad
Bad that you can't return my feelings
Bad that you might hurt me
Bad enough that you'd pity me
And try to make something between us
I know you would
Because you're just that kind
Just that innocent
I know your type
I've seen them before
The type that stays with a girl
Just because you don't want to hurt me
The type that says nice things
Just to make her happy
The type to say yes
Just to keep things calm
I'm not saying your too weak
Or too scared to say no
Just too nice
I can't let you do that
It's not your fault I fell in love
 Jun 2016 kaycog
Maddii Lloyd
I screamed
I cried
I cut

no one seemed to care

I bleed
and bleed
and ran out of breath

now im news on everyones
lips.
 Jun 2016 kaycog
Paridhi Sharma
I crave to be an owner,
Sedulous and true,
Striving to become a gainer,
Knowing exactly what to do.

The formula is to take a pledge,
To preach authenticity and be determined,
Steadfast with my  thoughts that fledge,
No matter, to what we may be destined.

Ensuring a good state for the wage-earners,
By protecting them with economic shields,
Harnessing all my morals and manners,
Adopting legitimacy and making fair yields.

Civil service, civil trust,
Lawful endeavor is a must.
Sonnet theme- business ethics
 Jun 2016 kaycog
Karambitties
Beer breath hugs
and white wine kisses
she's passed out on the couch
because a queen bed is supposed to sleep two,
daily tears fall on callous ears
half full glasses sit on tables,
crystal never looked so cheap
slurred words stumble through conversation
moderation took a vacation
 Jun 2016 kaycog
Anshul Sharma
wish me luck she said,
as she flew away to find a new home.
I watched her wings flutter,
and waved my hand to bid her farewell.
I wonder to this day,
if she found the place she was longing.
But one thing I am sure of,
there’s no place she can’t dwell.
 Jun 2016 kaycog
Karambitties
chalk
 Jun 2016 kaycog
Karambitties
get high on powder,
blue jeans stained white
as cuticles crack red
flesh frees itself from fingers
we're addicted
(to be continued)
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