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  May 2017 ryrosaur
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Her
Do you have that person?
You know what person I’m talking about,
The person who is literally your motivation to get up everyday.
The person who will brighten your day when no one else can.
The person who would drop everything to help you.
The person that will make you try new things because they know you better than you do.
I have that person,
We all do,
Some of us haven’t found them yet,
But they’ll be there soon.
They are the only reason we stay alive.
  May 2017 ryrosaur
f ł ø w ë r
I'm
terrified...
There's so many things that could go wrong
The exams, the grades
college, jobs
Life
Love, friends,
rich, poor
Terrified
Why can't I just stay young forever?
Why do we have to stop being naive children?
This life
Based on either athletic abilities or smarts
The society that pushes us to be what they want us to be
I'm
t e r r i f i e d
I'm genuinely scared of everything
  May 2017 ryrosaur
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Hey Peter?
Where are you?
You promised me you'd be here!
I have my bags packed!
My teddy is scared of flying,
but I trust you won't let us fall!
Where are you?
You said you'd take me away to Neverland
Where I don't have to grow up
I've been waiting by my window for you
Please hurry up
You said you'd come....
....
Maybe they're right
I've been waiting for years
I still have hope you'll come, but
Maybe it's time to give up.
Give up the naive mind of a child
Give up the hopes and dreams you gave me
Maybe it's time to start falling instead of flying
To lock up those empty promises in a box and put it away
Face the reality of the real world...
....
.......
Goodbye, Peter.
  May 2017 ryrosaur
J
How did I love you?
In case you didn't know
I loved you in such a way
Would collect all the fireflies in a jar
Outshine the stars in the skies
Just to see your beautiful eyes
ryrosaur May 2017
I've already prepared myself for the loneliness which is sure to come.
I just got back from Burger King.
I found out that I don't like Burger King.
This is not a poem, this is a boy/non-binary-human complaining about fast food in the American society. Especially in the South. GUYS.
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