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It's your head,
your heart,
and everything in between.
And that, my friend,
is what poetry should be.
I painted my dream on my wall
and everytime I open my eyes,  
I see a star not that far away...
Dreams...
 Nov 2016 Patricia Policarpio
Pax
I wrote a poem
hoping to give
it to you, will you
even read it?

I wrote it with an aching
heart, will you
ever read it?

The poem I wrote
was given a melody,
will you, will you
even hear it?

I am not a singer
nor a great writer
but will you
even hear my
heart?

will you?


© Pax
raw, i wrote this while listening to "Sia's Soon We'll Be Found"
 Nov 2016 Patricia Policarpio
Pax
In my world i never been
able to say i have love.
I guess I'm just a shut-in
who never got to enjoys the
affection of someone special.
Someone who treats me better,
& cherished me - like
someone who's
deserving
to be
loved.
{-}
So in the end
I built too many walls,
too insecure to be vulnerable
and very much afraid
to be heartily
naked.

truth be told, raw feeling.
But
If you can't find the things you Love,*
Love the things you find...
When I dream about you I wish I'd sleep forever because the
dreams are a beautiful reflection of what we could have been.
Please just let me know
if you feel anything for me,
I've been alone for so long that
I could use even a stone for company.
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