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Maia May 10
I don’t want
To wait until I love
Myself.
I want to love
Myself
So much
I care.
Jessthemesss May 2018
It is true what they say about poets,
We live more passionately,
Give more freely,
Open ourselves to doors of hidden fantasies.

I want the world to ******* happiness,
Smile at every embrace,
Remember that every being that is,
Is connect beyond.

Our darkness will feed others too,
We must consistently choose to host
the beauty with in us,
Because the blackness it is
all to tempting.

Shrubs of secrets,
With berries shaped like my white lies.

I wanted more for us,
I’m left empty, empty, hallow
With no desire

Yet every poem ends with you,
So maybe hold that no desire.
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..
.
..
...
I want to be free of this,
But just how to let you go,
No turning back, eyes wired shut,
That I may never know
Ramblings of my mind

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