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  Jun 2017 lips-eclipse
Hope White
I didn't even ask
To be your sun
Or your moon.

All I wanted
was to be
Your Sunday afternoons.

How many empty calendars spaces
I wasted,
Waiting for you.
  Jun 2017 lips-eclipse
Adya Jha
Hi, I'm an insecure poet
Just like I don't like myself
I don't like my poetry
I don't know but sometimes
My poems aren't just it
They are unclear and weird
Like my personality is
They're short and stout
Just like I look physically
They sometimes rhyme too much
Like I overdue too much
Sometimes the free verses
Seem like the amateur I am
And everything's clichéd
Like my creativity got ******
They're hairy and dark
And ugly and scarred
But most of the time
They're just all over
All over excellence
Just like my neighbour
Is all over men
And I try too hard
I get all over it
But when I let go
No matter that I'm fat
The breeze carries me forth
No matter that I'm dark
I shine
And my creativity
Crawls out of crevices  
To create poetry
That warms the soul
lips-eclipse Jun 2017
My dear,
How well you mix with wine

Do you know that flowers grow
Towards you
Do you know that
I had waited so long
To feel you

I thought that making love
Meant only to give
And not take
That it had to hurt
To be sweet

But you
You with your
Nimble fingers traced my
Lips and told me to
Go to sleep

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