please baby
be my last
quit
running
crazy ladys
she grabbed
at
me
she ripped
the buttons off
of
my
favorite shirt
she was the first
of
how many loves


how many words my dear
may we call you my dear
we already called you over
we were hoping your hand
on
the
park bench

we will never forget these stotys
you have calmed me in an hour
of
need


there was never an case
of
want
between
me and you
it has always
been need
i need
you
i
love you

car alarms keep going off in my head
why are you stealing from me
we woke up and seen
you running
with
an
boy
with an
flannel shirt
fell back to sleep
dreamed we
hung ourselves with that flannel shirt



we woke up screaming
how many loves
?















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don't let your webs grow cobs
that's what catches you
Svode Nov 2017
Blanks.
Wasted parts of space.
Lost in thought and in uses;
a blank canvas without any muses.
A friend of mine claimed that the hardest part to writing poetry was finding a topic, so I made this for them.
Ben Sep 2014
i'll keep telling myself i'm fine till i'm dead
you can always improve yourself tomorrow
a fatal flaw - one i'm too comfortable with
to change on my own two feet, alone
but i keep jumping off bridges and hoping
that i don't hit my hopes on the way down
even underwater i'm hopelessly hopeful
#hope #hoping #hopeful #hopefully #hopeless #hopelessness
Coal, graphite and diamond
All are elements of pure carbon
If you take a vote
I will go with graphite
Cause I am a writer -

@ Musfiq us shaleheen
graphite is the matter that we use to make pencil....
graphite means I write...

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