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mr t Jan 2019
The heart is the greatest clock
It tells no time
But it beats
With each sight of love
The timing of one heart
Matches the timing of another
Hand in hand
The two begin to beat as one
And show the world
The clockwork of happiness
  Oct 2018 mr t
Luna
This is for you:

-the girl who is so ashamed because of her acne,
-the girl who cries in front of her mirror because she doesn’t
look like Picasso’s muse,
-the girl who forgot how to smile because of her problems,
-the girl who cries her eyes out every night because of him,
-the girl who is so terrified to attach because of her past relationship,
-the girl who is different from the others,
-the girl who wants to save every soul she meets, except hers,
-the girl whose heart, blood and soul runs wild,

-you are so much more than the sprinkles from your skin.
-you're not Picasso’s muse, but you definitely are God’s muse.
-don’t waste your life being so stressed, just enjoy the journey.
-you need to be strong.Cry your heart out, but stop,your tears are too worthy , make them rare, for the real ones.
-try to love yourself first, then someone else.
-your future is not defined by your past.
-you need to save yourself first.
-run with them, darling, and never look back.

This is for you, girls.
You, no matter what, are good enough.
You are lovable.
You are strong.
You are independent.
You are different.
You are rare.
You are you, and that is your power, learn how to use it.
love yourself, girl
  Oct 2018 mr t
savspoetry
*      *      *      and you are      *      *            
   *           *  just­ like the moon *      *          
*        *   *      -----so, alone-----      *      *    
   *      *    but you shine bright  *      *    
*     *            at the darkest  *      *     *
   *      *      *     of times  *      *      *      *    
*           *           *           *         *          
mr t Oct 2018
Alone isn’t a bad thing
Opportunity for independence
Chances to experiment
Journeys to figure out
But maybe the bad is hidden
Opportunity for stumbles
Chances to mess up
Journeys to move astray
Alone is a battlefield
The winner is the loser
The loser never wins
mr t Oct 2018
he    has   the   perfect   things   to   say
always makes my  beating  heart  skip
pays  attention  to the details  nonstop
parks in my  mind  as  an endless idea
yearns for another step along my path
Read the first letters of each line going down then the last letters going back up
mr t Oct 2018
waiting for a flower to bloom
like waiting for her beauty to be found
on that happy spring day
when the petals finally fall open
he tells her she’s always been beautiful
but now she is even more than before
mr t Apr 2018
thoughts turned into words
words turned into actions
actions turned into moments
moments turned into memories
memories that were once just thoughts
turned into forgotten stories
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