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Mykarocknrollin Mar 2020
moving on
can i just turn it on
these wheel of faith
the massive pain
inside the hole of my heart
curling around in every part
will it fade
thus it made
of love
of hope
Coz i aint getting anymore heartbreak
I will not settle for anything fake
i am made for loving
made for liking
Getting by while smiling
i won’t keep running
I will leap
anytime of the year
just to feel your lip
and you beside me so near

Xo
Missyou, poem, prose, sad, love, story, bf
Mykarocknrollin Feb 2020
Reg
you said hello
but a bit slow
not really into much talking
but you are more of walking
and running
not a fan of smiling
but i like you laughing
sometimes you are aware
most of the time i like what you wear
this is a new way
of trying to get away
i'll go all the way
as long as i may
hear whatever
speak whenever
feel whatsoever
forever and ever
no never
this ain't a fever
we just both believer

xoxo
Janice Feb 2020
He told me i still have a chance
And put me on my feet again
But i would f
                        A
                            L
       ­                        L to follow him
Take my life commit the sin
Ive served my time im giving in
Its been so long that weve been apart
But i still hold you in my heart
I love you more than youll ever know
Theres nothing more
I want to go
Mykarocknrollin Feb 2020
side by side
books on the slide
a great time to hide
an afternoon not that mild
but thoughts run wild
hands ready to touch
lips too wet to vouch
how our connection reacts
how great the impact
the affection
the attraction
my skin
your hands
why can't you say
tell me now
tell me how
tell me
yell
WE

xoxo
Mykarocknrollin Feb 2020
too many words
too little time
too many moments
feels like a crime
stealing attention
fleeting affection
we smell good
we fell on the same hood
carry me
touch me
hug me
kiss me
me
we
let this be
maybe

xoxo
liakey Feb 2020
I am not an open book;
I am not an easy read.

you pried open my cover,
and engraved your name on the sleeve.

ink bleeding through the layers,  
pure white pages made unclean.

you wrote down a story,
and I let myself believe.
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