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 Mar 2015 Poetry by MAN
Poppi Mae
there's not much to know about me
but there's this boy i love,
and he's my honey bee.

there's not much to know about me
but this boy i love,
he calls me his sweet pea.

and there's so much to know about him
but i don't think sees,
what he truly means to me.

everything about him,
everything little thing,
makes me wanna sing.
sing all about him and what
he does to me.

this boy that i love,
i feel he's sent from above.
this boy that i love,
he tells me i'm someone he's proud of.

but does he know
how much i glow
when he's around?
and does he know
when i'm alone
he's all i think about,
all i think about.

so if heaven is real,
then i feel truly ethereal
when we're together,
and i want him forever.

but forever, isn't long enough,
but i hope i'm strong enough.
 Mar 2015 Poetry by MAN
blue milk
lest the stars above should know
should the sky gently chuckle
will selene lean intently,
with the crack of my knuckles
and the screams of my spine
as i guide a lonely tale
a sly reveal of every crevice
for which even i cannot nail
and should the clouds above shutter
at the sound of my cry's?
for all i can be aware of
minds fabrication releases lies
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