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 Nov 2016 LostInDreamsJW
NiTSUDD
If for some reason you want me again.
Look for me on the sole of your shoes.
You are the worst always to win.
I am the best always to lose.
Hello.
I'm am Kyle,
Not Kylie, not Ky, not she.
I am a boy!
No madder how I Wright it,
It's true.
I am at Cristian Therapy,
"Don't let Satan tell you this"! And "it's just a phase"!
But that's not true!
Why don't they understand?!
This is a ******* poem, about Kyle, not Kylie.
we are all apart of this quiet still life toy shop
and it's like a page closed tight inside a children's book
tucked behind dust between a dictionary and a picture book
of stars & galaxies

we only animate when you come up to us and start living us
we only mean anything when we haven't finished
and we know every song ever written but we are still rehearsing
for the Big Day
(unless it is the Big Day, then we are performing what we have practiced.)

i mean like
what the hell is this?
 Nov 2016 LostInDreamsJW
ryn
Teeth bit more than they could chew

Hands grabbed more than they could hold

Shoulders lifted more than they could carry

Words mean more than they could've told

Legs travelled more than they could run

Mind thought more than it could fathom

Body gave more than it could afford

Heart paid more than it could ransom
 Oct 2016 LostInDreamsJW
Àŧùl
I always forget the names,
Eversince my accident.

I hope to forget yours too,
Sooner than later on.
HP Poem #1219
©Atul Kaushal
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