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Lara Wan Sep 2014
a little bird found another
to share its lovely song
here i am with no one
though i've tried for so long
to find the missing piece
to the puzzle that's my heart
but i'm beginning to think
that there's no other part

a little bird found another
to share its woven nest
still my heart beats alone
just a thumping in my chest
there's a pair for a shoe
and a *** for the tea
can someone let me know
is there no one for me?

a little bird found the one
here i am, i have none
in all directions i have looked
but still i can't find
someone that would own me
and that i could call mine
i have sung, no one heard
pray tell me, where's my own little bird?
Lara Wan Sep 2014
you waited for the moment
when everything felt right
and you've finally decided
that tonight is the night
maybe you bought her a rose
or chocolates, who knows?
you walk up to her doorstep
you knock her door
she opens it and smiles
like the other times before
your heart beats faster
but somehow you smile as well
her eyes twinkle like stars
indeed it's time, you can tell
but when the words escaped your lips
her eyes lost their shine
and her smile disappeared
when you told her, "Be mine."
She frowned and said, "I'm sorry."
and she need not say more
you know what's to come
you've been through this before
you force another smile
and say that it's fine
but it hurts just as much
as it did the first time
Lara Wan Sep 2014
I know that I'll regret this
I know I shouldn't say it
but I admit
I guess it's true
I guess I do
I like you
Lara Wan Sep 2014
we stash away
our fears under
our own beds
before we slumber
and so they crawl
up to the sheets
and when we dream
that's when they'll eat
Lara Wan Aug 2014
we're dead, we're dead
we're walking, talking, breathing
but we're dead
we're dead, we're dead
we're barely eating, barely sleeping
because we're dead
for other parts of the world, school has just started (or is about to begin). bu here in my country, we're being murdered by our exams. cheers :)
Lara Wan Aug 2014
i'm running out of things to write
won't you come into my dreams tonight?
give me a stroke of inspiration
tickle my thoughts, my imagination
i'm running out of things to do
soon my mind will be filled of you
won't you come into my dreams tonight?
and tomorrow our story i shall write
Lara Wan Aug 2014
doors burst open
in they came
men and women
they did claim
shouts of pleasure
moans of pain
mounting pressure
end in silver stain
beads of salted water
on arched backs
heavy breathing
and heart attacks
all the secrets
that they hold
tonight will surface
and unfold
I watched this movie that featured poetry and tried to get inspiration from it and this is how it turned out. I was trying to write in a different style but I think it's . . . ******.
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