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Don't compliment me,
I might start thinking I'm worth something.
I have to stop writing 10 words and
actually write a **** poem or two.
If I were ever
to damage
myself
it would only be
so that I
could bleed
poetry.
Could fall in love with you over and over again...
Heart drops. Breath stops. My whole head spins.

It's crazy because when it happens, it's just you and I.
Nothing else around us. Not even dark or light.

There is no other existence other than powerful connection.
Everything your mind sends to mine, I am accepting.
You're the only one I know that can put history in repeat,
Unless I can too, then you'd, again, fall in love with me.
Mom used to tell me that I had to count sheep. Now I count tears because i cry myself to sleep.
Oh how I wish that you still wrote
So it could be like the beginning
Reading your poetry, quote by quote
Installing the words in my memory

Breaking it down over to replay it
Every word, comma and period
Picturing how you would say it
Wishing I could really hear it

You're really something to write for
Other than that, my words are stuck
If I could go back to how it was before
I'd give my last wrinkled buck
I held her hand and she repeated after "I do".  I looked in her eyes and our lives started new. together as one.  our future ahead.  the children to come. to our happy ending, I led.

her hearts my home,
I awoke.
I wanna go back into a coma..
I've been saving my words
for a long time now
but when you're alone for a while
the silence gets loud
and now I see
those demons in the dark you were talkin' 'bout
and now I see
why you were difficult to figure out

way back when I thought
it would help if I kept you company
chained inside your prison cell
the one you call your mind
I've traced your scars
back to the crevices
where you used to hide away
and those little worlds of minutes in between
where no one could ever find you

Sorry isn't an eraser
life is not a game
what I did was not a piece a paper
I could crumple up
and throw I away
I can't make it better
I can't take it back
tears can't wash off the damage
what have I done? with my pretty little act
I never meant to break all this
never meant to make this mess when
I almost spent your life
but I'd like to try again
Please comment
She is as beautiful as sin
Many have tried to win
Her hand by impressing her kin

Up comes a young man
Driving along in a van
Bringing up with him a large whiskey can

She is as beautiful as sin
With a dimple on her chin
Stood up there with a pin

Moon pales by her side
The gales go away from her wide
And from her, mothers have their children hide

She is as beautiful as sin
Hides herself in a tin
Runs away from her home drinking a gin

She tempts me
With her beauty, see
I am now at her knee
More serious verse is due with the opening line, "She is as beautiful as sin." :D
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