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Four little lines you get,
just a sweet verse quartet,
please, take it home to pet,
a warm cuddle when you fret.





© Pagan Paul (28/02/19)
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 Oct 2018 Rizza Cansino
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
Can I call you ?
I miss your voice.
I miss our long calls.
I want to hear you say my name.

Can i text you ?,
unblock me!
I feel so alone.
I feel so foolish.

Can you come and see me ?
May be for the one last time,
Or Could you please hurt me some more,
And give me something to move On.
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Missing her. Not easy to move on.
 Oct 2018 Rizza Cansino
nuggz
you get one day to cry
but tomorrow
it’s time to fix your crown
Outside I'm smiling,
While inside I'm crying.
Constantly trying,
But I feel myself dying.
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How I wish I could lay my head
down gently on your thighs,
to make you moan and sigh aloud
and slowly close your eyes.

How I wish I could use my tongue
and give you more than rhyme,
to bring a flush up to your cheek,
of feelings beyond space and time.

How I wish that I could speak
in words of feathered certainty
and so entice your curious mind
to lay down with me for eternity.
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© Pagan Paul (2017)
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For the Muse I have yet to meet.
For the Lady I have yet to undress.
For the Lover I have yet to eat.
For the Goddess I have yet to impress.
I continue searching for you.
PPx
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