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Kieran Messer Apr 23
Her hair is dyed green,
But my mind doesn't say
Donna Apr 14
Silly blocked up nose
Stupid irratating cough
Float far away please
My daughter my son and now me have this awful virus and I’m totally feeling sorry for myself x
beth haze Oct 2018
You didn’t like
the mole on your chin.
You used to say it was
too prominent for
your face and how you disliked
that it contrasted with
your freckled cheeks.
But I thought that
your cheeks were
like a galaxy and
your chin had
the moon.
It’s the first thing I
noticed when
I realized
I liked you.
- face like a universe.
page 77 of 'moondust'. (out soon!)
Liking him was cool, I guess...
I loved hanging out with him,
Lying on his arm,
Him lying on mine,
Being quiet,
Being in company,
Being alone.
How was I supposed to know?
I don't remember writing this two years ago, I bet it has a different meaning now than it did back when I wrote it, I'm sharing it because I feel like it fits something I'm living now and I find it fascinating how life works. The same words of my past have a new meaning today.
Willow Jul 2018
When I am with you,
I can't stop smiling.
When I talk to you,
my stomach is flooded
with butterflies.
When I see the shine
in your eyes,
my sorrows go away.
When I think of you,
I can't help to wish
that I could call you mine.
Rebecka Jun 2018
We live in a world where being liked by others is more important then liking ourselves.

Diya Feb 2018
Don't like my poem,
It is dark.
Don't like my poem,
Cause, it can't be a circle but just an arc!
Don't like my poem,
It is obstructive.
Don't like my poem,
It is an active volcano,that is eruptive!
Don't like my poem,
It's a poisonous snake that gonna bite.
Don't like my poem,
It gonna be boring,I am right!
Don't like my poem,
It is harmful like a bullet.
Don't like my poem,
Cause I'm not a good poet!
svdgrl Dec 2017
Labotomize these thumbs,
they scroll more than they strum.
I don't mean to be dumb,
but I can't respond back so I hum,
and you won't hear me.
No, you can't see the words that I write.
I'm sure you'd only
be tickled,
If you knew that I think of you all night.
Because I can't sleep, love.
And I can only touch me right,
Yeah, that's right.
Just me, love.
Hope I can keep up with this fight.
And I know you don't really care,
and you haven't got some spare
feelings left to share
and if there are, they're barely there.
So drop the pity,
I'm mad you got to hear me whine.
How unsexy.
I'm supposed to just be doing fine.
I'll compartmentalize,
put it in a box and tie it with twine.
while you're liking every post of mine.
I'll compartmentalize.
While I reread your every line.
Bibek Oct 2017
It is obvious that you wouldn't like her
Her eyes wouldn't shine for anyone but me...
About love
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