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Marie-Lyne Oct 2018
Do not speed your life
Do not skip moments
Shofi Ahmed Sep 2018
When I see the same star
every night, I ask
where did you go
at the end of the last night?

Skipping the gap!
It always gives me
the same reply.
See you tomorrow night!
I wonder as one read this poem what pops up in the mind in terms of life, nature and the time and space?
Emma Sep 2018
The best part about you leaving
Is forgetting you.
It’s as though the sugar you injected into me
To keep me sweet for you,
And only you,
Is dying off;
Slowly but surely,
Until the only part of you that will
Remain in my body
Is the notch in my heart.

You will always own that
Notch in my heart.
It will always make me care for you,
And make it like my heart always beat for two.
It will always skip a beat
When I see you in the streets.
The smell of burnt tobacco
Will always make my hands tie knots into the bedsheets,
All for you.

I used to believe
That with your sweet honey
Injected into my heart,
I would never be able to forget you,
Much less let you go.
But now, I see that lovers will
Come and go.
You do not own the sweet tune
That makes me undress for you;
And better will come after you.
You leaving hurt, yes,
But without you I am whole.
Lyn-Purcell Aug 2018
My mind still wanders
A stone thrown at the calm lake
and I watch it skip
A seriously off day for me, dont know why...
Lyn x
Arcassin B Jul 2018
By Arcassin Burnham

Pretending I am kissing the lips that
I am missing,
Love is at its peril if you think that I'll
be skipping,
Out on you.

Pressure builds up like receipt listings,
Thinking your Gonna leave me one day
And have me crying,
Not over you.

Love will be dying slow right now
because of the betrayal,
Peace in a hot dinner plate , I will not
Let it go stale,
Words I'll send to you.
Amanda Jun 2018
Such a lovely way
You make my heart skip a beat
Like rocks on water
Love Has me feeling inspired
Maria Etre May 2018

to the
heart is
all it takes
for it to skip a beat
Hidden weapon
pk tunuri May 2018
I hate the people who send me
Good Morning & Good Night Messages

Because they just skip sending me
all the other IMPORTANT messages
Thomas EG Apr 2018
She said that she didn't understand how I wasn't sick of her yet, after spending so much time together.

I tried to imagine getting sick of her, but how could I? How could you ever possibly get sick of music?

I take her everywhere with me. She plays softly in the background, almost constantly. I love all of her and appreciate her filling the silence for me.

Sure, there were a few times where I wished that I could have just skipped on to the next song, but I always let her play through from start to finish.

From the second first kiss to the dramatically painful record scratch... From her debut to my heartbreak.

I could never get sick of her. She is, and always will be, my favourite song.
Her love was catchy.
ha ha ha

he went mad
pointing his fingers
he walks

bullets from confusion
what are we to believe
not i but you
not you but I
we are

if we are not
use my name

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