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That heavy yet relieving sigh
Where did that come from?
I sit and I wonder why!!!
I was talking to a nice guy..
Was that it? Was that a guy sigh??
Oh My!
 Dec 2014 Margaret
Chikadey Grace
When he told me he loved me
I didn't believe him
When he said he was leaving
I couldn't stop him
when he grabbed my hand
when he whispered in my ear
"Baby I'm not going anywhere I'm here to stay why don't you see that?"
I  tell him that I'm sorry
I get jealous of her
"Who?"
I'm not sure
but I'm sure she exists
When he whispered
again it wasn't to leave
simply to say
"You're the only one that you need to be jealous of because you're
the only girl I love."
He kissed the slits in my wrist
kissed my watermelon lips
wrapped me in his arms
and I finally felt safe.
when he whispered
"I love you"
I finally believed him
My poetry gets really dark when I'm hurting.
My poetry gets bubbly when my love-life starts to pick up.
My poetry gets short when I am broken.
My poetry gets weird when I am tired. Like, REALLY weird...
My poetry gets violent when I am angry. As in FREAKING violent.
My poetry gets dumb when I am bored.
but all of the words I write are made of genuine feelings
idk. stuff.
I happen to find flaws beautiful
to all of you people who feel worthless because of their imperfections
 Dec 2014 Margaret
BertJane Perez
You are a book with many pages
You are a fabric with an endless design
You are a quote that has a moral lesson
You are a flower that has yet to bloom

I wish to see what's written inside you
I wish to examine the quality of who you are
I wish to understand what you mean
I wish to nurture you into what you have yet to become

I want to finish reading every word
I want to create you into a masterpiece
I want to use you in my sentences
I want to care for you, before you bloom

I will share your whole story with the world
I will show them you are the most gorgeous gown
I will show them the importance of using you in sentences
I will show them your beauty before you wilt.
 Nov 2014 Margaret
Joey
I let the drops fall through my
fingers, intertwined
their moisture lingers
I ruffled the strands of hair
that sprout from your scalp
I dared to caress your arm
but you drew it away from me
and now I feel blindly, without
a path to touch with my toes
there arose
a great time, in my
mind
when I went looking for you in
sunshine
but the weather grew grey
I'm alone, sometimes
and afraid
please try to stay
away.
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