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 Feb 2015 Porcelain
Don't Exist
Chapped Lips
The cracked skin on my lips
Represents the crack on my heart
About to break in tiny pieces

The more I smile
The more my lips stretch
The more my heart breaks

But dare I let my lips falls part?
Dare I put lip balm on?
To ease the pain
To cease the blood…?

The Lips overflowed with blood
Like a fountain
And with a splash from the wings of a bird
Gallons flown over my chin
Formed  droplets
And stain my shirt

But the smile stays
But not the heart
The heart is shallow
There’s no more blood to keep it pumping
Just a fragile glass
See through it is
   But its crack near the top left is hard to see…
I really like this poem, but I need help to make it better. Please dont hesitate
~~♥~~

I used to think men
should be more like books
Both you cannot
judge by looks...

If I didn't want to finish reading
I put it down... no heart was bleeding

A book will never fuss or fight
It will stay with you
through the night...

It doesn't smoke. It doesn't drink.
It won't leave toothpaste
in the sink!

It doesn't binge... it don't eat...
It won't leave up the toilet seat!

It don't forget. It doesn't mope.
It won't hog the TV remote!

It doesn't have to have
The last say...
It doesn't have legs

to walk away.

But it's not soft. It isn't warm.
It doesn't keep you
safe from harm.

Even though it makes no fuss
It can't think. It can't discuss.

Even though it has its charms
it can't hold you in its arms.

It doesn't pine. It doesn't miss.
It can't hug and it can't kiss.

So now I think on it again...
... I think BOOKS should be
             more like MEN!!!



SoulSurvivor
2/20/2015
~~♥~~
 Feb 2015 Porcelain
ㅡjatm
you are such a misery,
like a deep blue sea,
you are slowly killing me,
like the sting of a bee.

there's a reason why,
when i look at you in the eye,
all that i can do is sigh,
because you left me high.

with the brightest sunshine,
i will make the words rhyme,
i want you to be mine,
even if i run out of time.
(j.a.t.m)
I don't know why but I feel so overwhelmed when I wrote this poetry of mine. Hope you guys will feel the same way! :)
Walk away my dear
we are on different journey's
Don't you know that when you glance back
I get a piece of hope.
Don't you know that you shouldn't look back?
I guess I wouldn't know you looked back if I didn't look back either.
Guilty

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