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Low self esteem radiated off of her
She hoped it would get lost within her mature perfume
Within the first two seconds of meeting you I knew I had no chance
But I still fell for you
No
Who knew so much heaviness would come from such a little word
You're a special kind of lovely that would never gravitate towards a storm like me
 Nov 2014 Morning dew
Just Melz
When a poet doesn't know the answer
To the simplest questions
It's because their mind is so filled
With abnormal poetic revisions

When a poet doesn't know
The way to say how they feel
It's because they need to write it out
So they know the feelings are real

When a poet doesn't know
How to say I love you
It's because they haven't found a rhyme
That brings out the best in you

When a poet doesn't know what to say
Or simply how to make you feel better
They just type up some lines and rhymes
Like... "We'll get through this together"

When a poets doesn't know the answer
Or how to say what they feel
Or that they're in love with you
Or how to make you feel better still

And they don't have the words to write it all down....
That poet's world is sure to crumble to the ground
As a known poet among friends, they find it odd that I don't always have the right words to express myself in normal conversations sometimes. Maybe this will shed some light on that.
This house is so empty
So quiet, subtle and eerie
Much like the night
Except there are no stars
To keep me company

It's falling apart
Or maybe it already happened
All I know
Is that I was the cause
As always
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