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#mild
They're attractive to see long, thin, sharp as nails they grow slow like snails its life is one long jubilee Butterfly is not a meal but when they flew in your stomach, it felt surreal is something that you cannot steal a hunger that is hard to fulfill As when thorns and butterflies collide, You wouldn't even know how to survive Thorns will **** you for a while The worst feeling that you cannot hide Thorns will pierce you and the pain is mild Butterflies will die, even if they go wild.
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Apr 19, 2024
Apr 19, 2024 at 9:35 PM UTC
Thorns and Butterflies (espinas y mariposas)
closing my eyes as the sunlight kissed the window a blooming rose lightly caressing my face, confessing his deep, passionate love, wrapping his leaves around me, protecting me with his mild, earthy scent, loving me with softness and strength.
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Apr 6, 2021
Apr 6, 2021 at 12:59 AM UTC
here's what I remember.
I'm glad To know you You got that warm smile Understanding mind Everything seems mild Thank God For that day The day 1 I met you It was awkward But I didn't lose my words I hope This will be everlasting The tranquility you gave The comfort you hold I wish it will last forever
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Jul 30, 2019
Jul 30, 2019 at 3:15 PM UTC
This one girl
"Come to me, my little one; We're going to have, alot of fun. ~ I'll make this playtime, a pleasure for you; So come on in, take off your shoes." ~ Just what they meant, I did not know; As I entered my bedroom, of pink and gold. ~ My little hands, began to sweat; Down my back, shivers were sent. ~ They laid me on, my Minny Mouse sheets; I was not happy, I was not pleased. ~ They tortured me, that's how it felt; And then they told me, not to tell. ~ They walked away, bearing a smile; They left behind, a tortured child.
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Apr 29, 2019
Apr 29, 2019 at 5:12 PM UTC
~A TORTURED CHILD~
Yours is the kind of love I once wished The feeling that favored not just what I can give but who I am - light and dark. For years, it didn't change. Instead, it grew stronger with every spark. It's ever beautiful, peaceful and mild. It's what I can call mine. It's what I can call ours. We may be apart but ours is the feeling I'm quite certain as I am sure. For you embedded my heart with words that bring warmth like the sun's rays, Avec vous, toujours With you, always.
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Oct 3, 2018
Oct 3, 2018 at 11:19 AM UTC
With You, Always
To sit and watch Lost in a forest of thoughts Some memories chirp and sing, others creak in the chill wind Drifting effortlessly across the moss covered ground, wandering aimlessly through the suffocating underbrush Shadows race across the ground; before long molten gold melts into the tree of my memories Mechanical waves drown the songs of my birds, distant shouts replace the wind through the leaves It’s dark Go home
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Sep 9, 2018
Sep 9, 2018 at 4:07 PM UTC
Despondent?
want. it's a feeling and a sense. everyone wants something or someone. what do i want? i want to hold your hand. i want to kiss your knuckles. i want to tell you how gorgeous you are. i want to see the crinkles at the corner of your eyes when you smile. i want your breath to tickle my neck ever so slightly as you rest. i want to run my fingers through your hair gently. i want to hear your wondrous laugh. i want your cushioned lips on my skin. i want your simple presence. i want i want i want i want i want these mild thoughts to go away. they taunt me everyday for reasons unknown. for reasons that i'd like to know. but i don't. so, i'm stuck in a constant state of confusion and frustration. i'm stuck because i never bother to tame these thoughts. i'm stuck because i choose to wait rather than do. it's just too mild. too mild for my cringing heart.
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May 2, 2018
May 2, 2018 at 11:37 PM UTC
Mild.
An unspoilt child, An unsoiled player, An unpopular mild, An unfaithful lover, An uncool boyfriend, An uncouth girlfriend, An unhappy poet?
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Jul 12, 2017
Jul 12, 2017 at 2:38 PM UTC
What Good Is
im a lot like kurt cobain when i am done writing something that seemed beautiful as i formed it i begin to really depsise it i am a lot like kurt cobain overly humble, a bit too sensual i am a lot like kurt cobain i speak loudly but i talk slowly i am a lot like kurt cobain i am mild, and peaceful i am a lot like kurt cobain i dont have a gun
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Jun 2, 2017
Jun 2, 2017 at 12:54 AM UTC
kurt
Rusty gold is here, everywhere, in my hair, in your mild temperament
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Oct 29, 2016
Oct 29, 2016 at 10:30 PM UTC
Tarnished
love is like coffee better to drink when it's not too hot or cold or it's not too much to get bitter with not much sugar to be too sweet
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Aug 25, 2016
Aug 25, 2016 at 6:12 PM UTC
like coffee
*It is raining Slow and steady Not very light Not very heavy* When you ride your bike The small drops pierce through your dress It hits mildly on your eyes, Makes your eyelashes heavy With dripping water drops Down to your nose and to your lips It tastes cool and good Compared to the demineralised water of your household RO filter It is raining mildly Enough to wet you Makes you cool and shiver lightly Makes you fresh and cool Gives you the energy Better than any other means It also brings back A strange nostalgia Which  you can not connect Immediately.. Is it the childhood memories ? Is it the rainy school days ? Is it the sweet memories of Your dead beloved ones Who shared many such rains in the past? It rains mildly Slow and steady Not very light Not very heavy But enough to Make you happy Make you fresh Make you calm Make you a new person Rejuvenating Refreshing.. *It is raining mildly Slow and steady* ....
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Nov 14, 2015
Nov 14, 2015 at 9:52 AM UTC
The November Rains
They say don't hide it They say don't pretend Okay, I have it But why only to selected friends? The pain won't go And you won't show Sometimes, I don't know Anymore, anymore Go away Do I really want this? Do I really like him? Do I really like her?
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Sep 21, 2015
Sep 21, 2015 at 11:13 PM UTC
Grief
You can tell by the way these words are places; that I'm an ace.         Leave your tongue tied; like lace         A quick flick; sets the pace.         Hit the tip, lose your place.          Shy girl; blushing; sweet taste.         Look on your face; amazing grace.         Controlling the pace; you *** and I replace.         After all; this ain't a race; Just my point in case.
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Jun 9, 2014
Jun 9, 2014 at 4:09 PM UTC
Pace
Could you hold me up- right, left to sit and stare though your sifting smoke columns like a spinal wisp, wasting away time in your beautiful lungs. I like to in- hale the cast-away smiles you hang over me, into me, my mind lost in taste to how your chest is as mild as May.
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May 10, 2014
May 10, 2014 at 8:58 PM UTC
Marlboro Woman