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  Dec 2018 Modelrolex Augustine
dc
I miss your skin
but I’m terrified of your touch

I miss your love
but I won’t forget your anger

I miss your voice
but I can’t stand your screams
my head
must be
the boiling kettle

my voice
a series of stuttering
tufts of steam

my god
I think of you
as some sort of sun

my dreams
tell me so
they can't be wrong
Written: December 2018.
Explanation: A poem written in my own time. Feedback welcome. A link to my Facebook writing page can be found on my HP home page.
  Dec 2018 Modelrolex Augustine
Rose
i can’t form the words
to tell you how i feel,
and even if i could,
no words could expresss
the pain that i feel.
i still can’t believe
you would do this to me...
I wish I had my own quiet corner of the world
Where I could be my quiet self
And not have to think so much about
Where I left my head
  Nov 2018 Modelrolex Augustine
pip
when you speak,
colors drop from
your lips.
when i first met
you, my world
was so bright.
i think you
blinded me.
now all i can see
is black
and the world
isn’t beautiful
anymore
Here I go again;
putting you to the forefront of my mind.
pushing these words back and back, endlessly
...simply because you opened your eyes.
is beauty more important than art?
I had a whole *** poem, and lost it because my boyfriend woke up. Typical, scatterbrained me.
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