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my body rejects milk
I wish it rejected
your lies
10w
The poem could also read:
my body rejects milk
I wish it rejected
my lies
 Apr 2014 MsMercedes
Diana C
I hope* she teaches you the meaning of loving someone to death.
I hope you lose sleep talking to her, and then later that night when you can't stop thinking about that one thing she said, just keep replaying it in your head until sleep washes you into its sea.
I hope she brings back the faith you lost in people.
I hope you let her mess your hair up, even though you can't even stand the wind wisping softly through the strands.
I hope you memorize her favourite lines in movies and songs.
I hope hearing her cry makes you want to go to the ends of the earth to hear her genuinely laugh again.
I hope she's the calm to your storm and the colour to the, sometimes grey, life you lead.
Most of all, I hope you love her passionately, devotedly, selflessly, and without reason or hope.
Because then you'll finally realize, that's the way I loved you.
Inspired by S.M
My favorite game
  **I
  love to play
   Never will stop
     Everlasting joy        
      Can't stop
        Rush of excitement
          Always fun
            Feel tired
              Time to sleep
I love to mine, I'll mine all night
Until the creepers come out and fight
The creepers blow up, and I go down
back to my little village *town
Poisonous Potato*


After a while I got in the mood
So I decided to grow some potatoes for food
I waited for weeks for everything to grow
But I finally gathered it all with my ***
All of them sparkled in the sun light
That’s when I decided to take the first bite
It tasted so delicious until the next bite,
Then I thought this might be my last night
It was a poisonous potato, I’d seen this before
That’s what I said when I fell to the floor
I knew I wouldn’t make it; I was down to one heart
That’s when I realized it’s time to restart.
I have tried to write about you before.
Poetry and letters and such.
Complete novels, if you will.
But for some reason
Far beyond my knowledge,
I cannot quite
Get
The
Words
Down.
I suppose that jotting out someone’s
Wonderful-ness
In blotched ink and messy letters is a
Rather difficult thing to do.
Perhaps I don’t know enough words
Or maybe, I know too many.
Maybe I don’t know the right ones?
But I promise this:
One day,
I will write the most wonderful
Poem or letter or complete novel
And it will be
Absolutely lovely.
After all,
It is about you…
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