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  Nov 2015 muteD
Miguela shine
There was a guy
A rather pale fellow
Odd though his complexion was mellow
Who courted a woman
Far darker than he
Though her complexion
He did not see
He loved her still
Despite protest
His love for her would outlast nothing less
Than the time its takes for world, love, peace
Where ever with her is where he wanted to be
Her skin the fruit of a chestnut tree
T’is was soft and her hair curly
Her smile was timid
Her knowledge was vast
And with him also her love would last
So off they ran
Despite protest
To live long together
Having complete life’s quest

Oh how I wish this could be true
Every time I see you my tongue ties
I only want to express the feelings I hold deep
But with every chance given and every moment having passed
I fail
How do I tell him my heart aches for him
How do I make him laugh hearty and true
How can I be there for him as I want to
Without scaring him
Without coming on too strong
Or too weird


Without him running
I really like this guy, I get so frustrated. Its sad, I feel this way and can't even really talk to him.
  Nov 2015 muteD
Miguela shine
I live with my best friend literal
Yet my life drags on
Insufferable
She has a complex like that of an arch angel
By this I mean one higher than superiority
It's hard living with her
Shes thin
Yet curvy
Her hair
It surpasses her waist
I don't have self esteem issues
I don't think I'm ugly
I just know when someone's prettier
And its hard to live with.
So in a way
I don't feel like I'm living
  Nov 2015 muteD
Miguela shine
My emotions roll in waves
Ups and downs are an understatement
On the surface
Events are the same
Flowing in one direction
Yet beneath those steady waves
Are currents flowing in any direction as they choose
I can only sit back and observe
These happenings in nature
Powerless
I am not in control of myself
  Nov 2015 muteD
Miguela shine
I start to love before reason
Feelings fall upon sight
And at that point
I've already lost

Love is a war they say
Most of the time
With me
Its a onesided battle
Against myself

He likes me
I love him
He's nice
I'm perverted
He hates me
I'm cut it back
He calls me beautiful
I get tongue tied
he expects me to talk
He looks at me
He said I'm glad to see you
*What do I do
Same guy as before
  Nov 2015 muteD
Miguela shine
Do you even listen when I speak?
Or do you hear only what you want?
I'm sure the latter is the truth.

Do you really think I'm pretty?
Or do you only say that to shut me up?
Its not like I asked for consulence.

Do you even mean half the things that you convey?
Or
Never mind
Your not listening
  Nov 2015 muteD
Miguela shine
It is the sword you swallowed
threatening to pierce through.
A voice you can feel
pushing you to the edge of perception
It’s seeing the absent evidence
It is being enveloped by a product
of your own doing.
And when the facade thickens
you find only one way out,
and its existence gossamer
  Nov 2015 muteD
Born
As you grew older

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You thought you was bolder

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But the world threw so much
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and you couldn't shoulder

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But I am
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we are
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with you
Dedicated to the 129 victims of terrorism in Paris

http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1151912/147-am-not-just-a-number/
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