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my mother always said
"don't fall in love with a poet"
they pretend to love you
but what they really love
is writing about loving you
you are mere words to them
feelings cheapened by a page,
dusty grey typewriters,
and many unfinished drafts
of lovers both old and new,
you are the question mark,
but not the answer,
they are searching for ?
person unidentified: mystery
the page wanderer,
each poem a missing
person poster to cover their
bedroom walls.
they cannot love something
that is in their head
poets are the loneliest of
all people, my mother said.
they write to immortalize
what has long passed.
to live within their words,
but not reality,
lost souls writing suicide notes
and proclaiming it art.
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my mother never actually said this to me, but i figure i'll probably end up saying it one day if i have children.

it's pessimistic yes, but i know there are exceptions. please don't take to heart. it's more a criticism of myself than all poets. :)
Your glance makes me to be taken over by wine
No one else can take but I will take you as mine
It is my fortune that you sprinkle in my life line
What your wonderful beauty means let me define

You are like a garden in full bloom in real spring
I can't explain what your beauty aspires to bring
Let our hearts to be together to whisper and sing
Love knot has chained us in real sweet love string

My beloved let me show you the charisma of love
The miracles will happen just when where and how
Give your hand in my hand and be just mine now
My sweetheart my beloved my innocent little dove

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2017 Golden Glow
 Jan 2017 Mio Seanachaidh
chris
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 Jan 2017 Mio Seanachaidh
chris
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silence gives you space



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shall i give you more
 Jan 2017 Mio Seanachaidh
chris
 Jan 2017 Mio Seanachaidh
chris
“you can’t force love”
My beloved let us share the moments of happiness
Let me take hand in hand and warmth heart to heart
Let us talk our hearts about love affair being voiceless
But my beloved please never ever to think to depart

Heavy breathing tells love at its extreme to declare
Intensity of love in real perspective just so to speak
Let my love take bath in your beauty's just real glare
Embrace me in trance by touching cheek to cheek

Love is what changes colors of passion to rainbow
The color of emotion makes cheeks red like blood
Beauty is what makes it to burn like candle to glow
It exhilarates and gives it power to be a violent flood

Col Muhammad Khalid khan
Copyright 2017 Golden Glow
No depth,
you're hollow,
you're empty inside.

It's no wonder you wallow...
Society has you,
you're destined to follow.

Adrift and aimless,
pathetic and nameless,
you're not even shameless,
with shame you're aware,

but you're not..

You can't even care you're so self diluted,
you're blind as a bat,
and your conscience is muted.

Let's hear you refute it..

Despute it..

It's all just a game, I know.
Another song and dance to show.

I'm not impressed.
Not in the least.

I get it.

Lifes your buffet,
and it's all you can eat,
but retreat,
and know I'm no feat,
I repeat,
you will never defeat,
with a virtue to cheat.
You're merely transparent with all that deceit.
A girl I know.

— The End —