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  Dec 2017 galaxyofentities
She Writes
If I could wake up tomorrow
And be someone new
I’d hope to be someone
That didn’t care about you

A person who wakes up
And smiles at the sun
Not a recluse
That hides from fun

Someone who looks in the mirror
And values themself
Not insecure
Loathing herself

I wish to be someone
Free as a bird
Not someone who cares
What others have heard

But when I wake up
I will still be me
Hoping and wishing
One day I’ll be free
  Dec 2017 galaxyofentities
Bunny
Yes, you hurt me. 
Can't you just let it be?
You've done enough damage,
But I think I can manage.

You said you loved me,
And you made me feel glee. 
But all of that was a lie. 
You used me to just get by.

You played me to get over her. 
But it all passed by like a blur. 
But hey, I'm okay now. 
I feel nothing now. 

I know it's not you, it's me.
So just let it be.
Let me be me and you can be you. 
Even though I'll feel blue. 

Your words cut deeper than a knife,
But you continued on with your life.
But I  know it's not you, it's me. 
So please, leave me be.
I love her.
No not ******* worldly,
But softly, purely , celestially.
Obsessively?
Not necessarily, just completely,
selfishly and I'm sorry.
I love her unconditionally, some say unconventionally.
But they don't understand me.
Yes...I love her.
Most spiritually, asexually, platonically and wholly.
I love her, truly, honestly, musically and poetically...
She doesn't have to love me.
Your looks may fade... my love shall not.
  Dec 2017 galaxyofentities
MikeTheVike
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w­ith curious eyes unyielding
you lovingly look into mine.
all the courageous blue you see
is nothing more than, wave upon
wave of a tears built up into
numerous oceans of lies
my eyes are actually brown
look deeper and you will see
as much as I am full of pain
I am completely full of ****....
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                                       ­                                  i am so full
                                                                ­                    i could not fit you
                                                             ­                           into my life if i tried

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© Mike Mortensen
galaxyofentities Dec 2017
I hold your hand
from birth to death
pretty poems are often about heartaches
the day I lose you,
will be the day I write the most beautiful poem.
To my mother
  Dec 2017 galaxyofentities
nanda
my edges are soft
never will you be hurt by touch

i travel across the skies
enchanting little cloud
oh where will you go next
where will you make it rain
where will you let the sun through

i apologize, i’m so so sorry
i never meant to create a thunderstorm

i travel across the skies
enchanting little cloud
oh where will you go next
where will you make it rain
where will you let the sun through

it is a mistery
how clouds come in all forms
and it is unknown
because just as a cloud is beautiful
a soft kiss of air and sun
it is also deadly
no i will not hurt you
no i donot intend tobutsmall cloud like me can do

so i apologize
if i poured down on you
and then vanished
just as clouds know how to
inspired by an old book of mine
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