"
Don't you love me?
Yes, I do.
Don't you need me?
No, I won't
Don't you replace?
Hmm~
Maybe I do.
Hehehehe
Please don't leave me!
No, Maybe, I won't.
Let me do it!
I will do it.
Does another entice you?
Hmm~
Yes, I do.
Hehehehe
Hey mister, look at me?
Bought a leash for a dollar-
Please don't leave me.
Tug me a knot, let me close,
Let me lose-
Oh mister~
A lesser *****
A snoozy goose.
Ehe~
Oh darling~
Reeks of moose,
Sazy *****
Back from gambling?
In debt of muse,
****** me?
Child...
Your 90°obtuse
and 100% overuse.
Ehe~
Don't you love me?
Oh baby, spare me~
Don't you need me?
For a cent? Hell yeah!
Don't you replace me?
Selling an antique?
What a mime!
Please don't leave me!
Did you do the dishes?
Let me do it!
Oh please, can't even lift your pleases.
Does another entice you?
Hmm~
Whose question?
Then mister, will you let go?
Hmm~
Sigh-
Take pills at the back of my mind,
Loot every shred of roses rowing out at 50 miles,
A senile man-
Can't stand a petal's gloss,
A waning stem,
Dreaming of hymns and hems,
So know a riddle
For every smile you creep-
ring a rang
a bile of dials.
Oh mister~
Why did you love me?
Does my face resemble the corpse in your coffee?
For all I want sugar,
But the streets are deaf-
Stress pumping and dumping for relief...
Hey~
At least they let me look up...
The rat hole is warm,
They ram and cram,
Scream and cream,
Nestled in bricks,
naked as stars above
Reeks of white night,
Yet you did not shove sugar~
And let me savour it...
Bitter, fresh from the coffin,
Sweeter than any release...
So why did you let me feel love?
...
Is there any reason to love?
Just like there's no answer to why they had to die...
In the end, we feel nothing or something.
Stab, bash, earth, and shy...
None shall reach,
None shall hear.
Just be silent and receive.
One thing will always remain...
Is the fact that I brush your hair,
Tingle every smear of flair and wear,
A pair of pears,
Giggling in every inch of square and swears.
A hare and a mare,
None shall complain,
None shall compare,
Be it you or her...
I'll always care,
For I am in love and aware.
Hehehehe~
"
-Klausyuer: The ****** Poet
Dec 11, 2025
Dec 11, 2025 at 8:27 AM UTC
"
Don't you love me?
Yes, I do.
Don't you need me?
No, I won't
Don't you replace?
Hmm~
Maybe I do.
Hehehehe
Please don't leave me!
No, Maybe, I won't.
Let me do it!
I will do it.
Does another entice you?
Hmm~
Yes, I do.
Hehehehe
Hey mister, look at me?
Bought a leash for a dollar-
Please don't leave me.
Tug me a knot, let me close,
Let me lose-
Oh mister~
A lesser *****
A snoozy goose.
Ehe~
Oh darling~
Reeks of moose,
Sazy *****
Back from gambling?
In debt of muse,
****** me?
Child...
Your 90°obtuse
and 100% overuse.
Ehe~
Don't you love me?
Oh baby, spare me~
Don't you need me?
For a cent? Hell yeah!
Don't you replace me?
Selling an antique?
What a mime!
Please don't leave me!
Did you do the dishes?
Let me do it!
Oh please, can't even lift your pleases.
Does another entice you?
Hmm~
Whose question?
Then mister, will you let go?
Hmm~
Sigh-
Take pills at the back of my mind,
Loot every shred of roses rowing out at 50 miles,
A senile man-
Can't stand a petal's gloss,
A waning stem,
Dreaming of hymns and hems,
So know a riddle
For every smile you creep-
ring a rang
a bile of dials.
Oh mister~
Why did you love me?
Does my face resemble the corpse in your coffee?
For all I want sugar,
But the streets are deaf-
Stress pumping and dumping for relief...
Hey~
At least they let me look up...
The rat hole is warm,
They ram and cram,
Scream and cream,
Nestled in bricks,
naked as stars above
Reeks of white night,
Yet you did not shove sugar~
And let me savour it...
Bitter, fresh from the coffin,
Sweeter than any release...
So why did you let me feel love?
...
Is there any reason to love?
Just like there's no answer to why they had to die...
In the end, we feel nothing or something.
Stab, bash, earth, and shy...
None shall reach,
None shall hear.
Just be silent and receive.
One thing will always remain...
Is the fact that I brush your hair,
Tingle every smear of flair and wear,
A pair of pears,
Giggling in every inch of square and swears.
A hare and a mare,
None shall complain,
None shall compare,
Be it you or her...
I'll always care,
For I am in love and aware.
Hehehehe~
"
-Klausyuer: The ****** Poet
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