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Hanna C S Jul 13
The way he looks at her;
Why I cannot fall in love with you;
I’ll cry you a sand dune;
A cigarette’s scar;
Girls love boys;
Girls love girls;
Paranoia and emptiness – the things in which we trust;
The things that are not real;
My girl’s best ex;
A piano key’s symphony;
A warning for my lover;
An addict’s guide to life;
The ways I bleed now;
A permanent smile.
Cherry May 23
Sometimes I would like writings  to remain untitled.
Because somehow  it’s  unfair that a  profound feeling explained in a whole paragraph that makes my miserable heart ache in an unreasonable way to be reduced in a one-single word.
is a good place to start
but should we make it
to the end it will be the
greatest ever penned

-an to pens and to those
who still used them
clever May 2018
you are the soundtrack to my life.
your breath is the rhythm to my walk.
your heartbeat is my refrain.
Sam Apr 2018
I can't think of a title
So I'll just go to sleep for a while
It's better than crying
But not as affective as dying
As I lay here with tear stained eyes
Trying and failing to say my goodbyes
My sadness creeps through yet again
And pulls me down into a lifetime of pain

All in a matter of seconds
Asunna Apr 2018
Say Love
Easy Love
Mad Love
Wild Love.

We are the ones
In the morning
All stars
Let it go.

If this is it
I need something
Too high
Off she goes.

Beautiful Trauma
Lips on you
**** ***** love
Thick skin
Give it up.

Silence speaks
Feel it still.

Would you be so kind
That's what I like
I like me better
Can it be you?

Out of the woods
Chivalry is dead
Hold me down
I think I love you.
polka Mar 2018
The truth brings you a pain I don't wish for you to suffer;
Lie to me and tell me I'm beautiful, for I will readily accept it.
Navahopi119 Oct 2017
By no means am I a poet
And everyone knows it
It's not hard to find the time
A make a couple of rhymes

By no means am I a poet
Everthing I write shows it
Rather what I write
Is as simple as flying a kite

By no means am I a poet
But don't ask me to prove it
I just live my life
And I try to show it without strife
ryn Aug 2017
Cast me as a tyrant
Label me a saint
Wear me a mask
With time-worn paint

Think me a dreamer
Name me a fool
Fashion me a garb
From the same dreaded spool

Brand me the villain
Sing of me as a martyr
Arm me my hand
With a stolen sceptre

Call me a dreamer
Judge me a thief
Fill me a head
Full of grandeur and grief
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