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Mitch Prax Oct 2019
T&T
Tragically and tenderly-
It's the only way I knew how
to love you.
Mitch Prax Oct 2019
Agra-
city of love-
but without you,
it’s like separating
the Taj Mahal
from this
lovely
land
Mitch Prax Oct 2019
Can the aura of
this dream linger with me for
a little longer?

11:25 AM
7/10/19
Mitch Prax Oct 2019
Three years already?
Ha!
Where did all
that time go?
And why do I feel so
empty?
Loan Tone Oct 2019
The whiplash of your farts still linger in my room,
It smells like a ******* zoo.

You smile and laugh
As I coward away in a corner screaming at the top of my lungs because your farts ******* stink.

I ask you what did you have to eat,
and you reply "The boxed mac n cheese, with MILK!"

My heart stops and my eyes nearly plop out of my head
"Milk!?" I scream into my shirt, covering my nose
To stop the smell of death.

******* your farts stink.
i still love my girlfriend but dang, her farts do stink
avery Oct 2019
I hate crush culture
I’m in love with a gay guy
And a straight girl
I’m in love with people who will never be with me
Because of a dumb thing like sexuality
I’ve tried to define my self but the closest I’ve gotten is that
i like people... just people.
Makenzie Marie Oct 2019
“You mean everything to me.”
He whispers, earnestly.
How did I even get this lucky?
Mitch Prax Sep 2019
She grazed my eyes
with an arrow set to stun.
She put another through my soul
and I fell hard, so very hard.
The next one is for my heart
and I am helpless to her
fatal shot.
Mitch Prax Sep 2019
She was beautiful,
but not like those girls on TV.
She was beautiful,
for the way she thought.
for the way her eyes
twinkled when she talked
about anything she loved.
She was beautiful,
for the way she made me
smile like no other could.
She wasn't beautiful for her material self,
she was beautiful right down the soul.
Àŧùl Sep 2019

If beauty is to be a person, it is you.

Looking at you I feel so young,
Over to my lost years I'm taken,
Visit I do my teenage fantasies,
End the ones never would.

Yes, I float in love with you,
Of ethereal foam is my heart,
Up in the cloud nine, you're mine.
My HP Poem #1775
©Atul Kaushal
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