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I never learned to fly
When the other fledglings flew,
Talons gripping golden bars
Of a home I never knew.
Wintre's blaze.
Burn my inferno dear,

Sweet, Sweet release,
From Summer's peace.

Firestorm follow my tendency,
To recluse, unwholly,
And leave myself behind.

Wither, wintre's faces beckon,
My heartfelt sorrow's near.

Tis' the season,
To hold my sanity,
Amanda 3d
A sky full of wishes waiting to be had
Twinkling against a backdrop of deep dark blue
A billion stars poised to gracefully fall
Every last one reserved for you
If a star fell from the sky every time I thought of you the sky would be empty
yasmin 3d
He waited to retire
to take his wife on this trip.
But two years ago,
she died of old age.

So he packed up one bag
and set it by the door.
The next day came and went,
and the bag was still on the floor.

On top of his heart
they found sitting a note.
It said, "I wish I didn't wait,
I didn't think it would be this short."
Trefild 3d
stand up (unzip), don't stop (don't stop)
a smoking hot beauty, thumb up (beauty)
stuck on her peach, she's hot, hot (hot)
pulling down the skirt to slap that ****
we moved on from touching to grinding, she's eager
I want your lustful body, lick your finger (body)
come and get banged, then *** and get thanked
make me quiver, fulfill my wishes
my speech is deadly stupid (dead)
cooking up a dope smoothie (dope)
picking up a sandwich smoothly (sandwich)
she got thirsty and hungry after round 2
"Bad And Boujee" hook parody
s v e n Oct 11
I want all of you
And it's all true
I want you,
I just want to love you.
Give me your love
And I will cherish
All of our memories
I don't want to forget
About you.
So just give me all
Of you
And love me too.
He inspires me to write again..
Alan S Bailey Oct 11
No matter what we think
No matter what we do
The truth is all things, all places, all people,
All are a reflection of everything
That exists, a melting *** of universal life,
Dreams and you.
Suhayb Oct 10
A silent voice
An empty chair
Footsteps leading
To nowhere

I follow them
Until I see
Your tender eyes
Watching me

I blink, they’re gone
I turn around
Not a movement
Not a sound

And then I hear
The ring of bells
Far away
Too far to tell

I see you now
There you lie
A sleep from which
You’ll never rise

I reach to touch
Your hand, it’s cold
You fade away
I stand alone

I think of you
Your auburn hair
Of how I felt
When you were here

I see you now
Where skies are clear
And wait for death
To take me there.
Max Oct 10
I'll pray to the devil,

as I'm living in purgatory.
He is the short haircut
I have always loved
that never suit my face
yet would still get
every single time anyway
hoping one day,
it miraculously would.
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