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Words ,they were never mine
Nor ,did they ever mind
When ,used  them
For the thoughts confined

Words ,
Belong to the ones
Who invented them

There is no belonging ,
In 'There'
A privilege that is theirs
And
'Their' , alone to belong

Meanings they hold yes ,
With each other they differ

In dictionaries you'd find
Words never flock together
Separate Entities ,
As Dignitaries
They stand ,
Grand

Thoughts are the ones
Ours , we can Proclaim
In words , one can Reclaim
My hands
have always been empty
even with
your hands to hold.
Let’s meet somewhere
where you need not be seen,
where I need not be invisible.
People tell me stories, so I listen
to their tales of heroism.
They fought their demons,
the demons of their own.
Knowing that the results are unknown,
they fought for greatness.
Some succeeded, some failed.

They’ve been through hell,
and live to tell the tale.
Greatness is what they reach for,
but some wanted more.
Blinded by the ambition of being great,
they live a life full of hate.

Those who were not humble,
they suffered and crumble.
But for those who stayed true,
greatness came with no further ado.
Their greatness became a virtue.
We can be great to.
Some day it will come true.

And if it does,
be humble, because it’s a must.
Don’t let the dark side of greatness devour you,
just stay true.
Remember your roots,
for they are the ones you will salute.
I think of things I cannot say,
these thoughts of me haunts me day by day.
So I write.
I write to keep these monsters away.
I write so that the good memories will stay,
and the bad ones won’t cause dismay.

I write so I can sleep.
I write when I weep.
I write to clear my mind.
I write if I’m not fine.
I’ll write about the finest wine.
I write if I have time.

I’ll write these memories of mine.
I’ll write words so sweet for the woman I’ll love.
I’ll write stories about angels from above.
I’ll write tales of demons.
I’ll write about people’s creations.

In my writings are words so deep,
that will make the bravest men weep.
And strong men weak.
Write poems that the ladies will seek.
They’ll fall in love with my words so sweet.
So I’ll write all the way.
I’ll write, till the end of my days.
True beauty within, layered under sin
With hearts that bleed the truth
when we remove our skin.
Vanity- sorry I haven't been posting lately an error in the website wouldn't let me add any new work :( I hope everyone is enjoying 2018 so far, edit- holy heck this made the daily thank you everyone for all you're support!! **
I was born a sailor made to fight Poseidon's worst but it's the land that calls to me while to the seas I'm cursed.

I feel my heart's desire for the warmth of a home lit fire, to step upon the sand and retrace a loved ones hand.

Instead I feel the sway and rock and hear my deaths clock tock for to it I am bound and the only land I'll ever feel is when I'm sunk and drowned.
Sail me away- just catching up with all the work I've written and not been able to post I hope you guys like it :D
You're the one for me
You're all of me
I want a smile from you
I just love you, sweetie
I'm asking if you love me!

You're my new day
You're my good night
You're my blue bay
You're my bright light
I just love you baby
I'm asking if you love me!

I love your cute nose
I love your lovely eyes
I'm a fan of all of those things
Your heart is my safe place
I just love you, sweetie
I'm asking if you love me!

You were made for me
I wish you could be mine
You're so cool to me
Think of me if it's fine
I just love you, baby
I'm asking if you love me!

You have everything
I'm alone, I have nothing
True love will never die
This love is true, never lie
I just love you, sweetie
I'm asking if you love me!
what I'm scared the most is—
to fall in love with a new stranger
that I don't know who he really is.

–f.r
i guess, i still into u
do you ever think about
how funny we finally got used to it?
you with her,
me with myself​,
and us,
with a high thick wall between us.

—f.r
but if you asked me
am i ok? probably (not).
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