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nat king cole once told me what love meant for him in one of his songs and for so long i believed his words, without knowing how mistaken i was he only taught me how love felt when it was as new as a blooming flower why would mr. cole hide such an important thing as the inevitable pain? so here i am to show you what love really means: "l" is for the way you lose yourself in your lover's eyes and, later, how you lose your grin when he goes away "o" is for over, beacause the end will come, sooner or later "v" is very very beautiful when it starts, but very very sad when it is dead and finally, "e" is even more scarier when your realize you fell for the one who would somehow break your heart nathaniel, you were a big fat liar, i don't care if you wanted to protect me from the tragic thruth, but i will always adore your song almost as much as i adore the fool who made me understand l.o.v.e
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Oct 22, 2017
Oct 22, 2017 at 11:19 PM UTC
poemsbysavs
the king's fake love
nat king cole once told me what love meant for him in one of his songs and for so long i believed his words, without knowing how mistaken i was he only taught me how love felt when it was as new as a blooming flower why would mr. cole hide such an important thing as the inevitable pain? so here i am to show you what love really means: "l" is for the way you lose yourself in your lover's eyes and, later, how you lose your grin when he goes away "o" is for over, beacause the end will come, sooner or later "v" is very very beautiful when it starts, but very very sad when it is dead and finally, "e" is even more scarier when your realize you fell for the one who would somehow break your heart nathaniel, you were a big fat liar, i don't care if you wanted to protect me from the tragic thruth, but i will always adore your song almost as much as i adore the fool who made me understand l.o.v.e
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There was once a boy A boy that resembled a toy. A boy who wore oversized shoes, Baggy pants and unusual spectacles. A short stub, That lazed clumsily around the room, A boy whose appearance was hardly noticeable, And presence engulfed. The poor boy was constantly annoyed, Teased and bothered. Thrown around the room Like the rag he seemed to be. There seemed no escape, From terrifying bullies, That roamed around the school, Waiting patiently to crush him. The helpless boy waited, For the Bully to take him, Grab him by the shoulders, And smother his dreams in pain. One day, however, the boy waited. He waited patiently For the bullies to take command, But they never did, they just walked past. The lonely boy discovered, That he pertained an unknown power, One that left him nameless, And devoid of appearance. He knew he was not vitreous, See-through or transparent. But he could roam through a room, Unnoticed, overlooked. He could run through a clear field, And go unperceived. He was able to devour a thousand meals, And never be blamed. Such abilities brought wonderful joys, And grand pleasures, However such leisure brought Terrible solitude in return. The assurance of his safety warmed him, Knowing he’d be free of harm. But the gawky boy was lonely, Devoid of company or charm. He roamed the halls alone, He sat absently in his desk. And slowly his loneliness Began to consume him. He was overcome by the colorlessness of his pale skin, The crookedness of his misshapen brow. He slowly fainted, into a mirrored glass. The boy had become, That he had always been; Another shadow, Another gust of wind. His pale skin disintegrated. The oversized shoes sank. His spectacles shattered. The smirk evanesced. The boy became, That which cannot be named. A light breeze, A faint whisper.
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Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 11:16 PM UTC
seagullsareevil
Nature Boy
There was once a boy A boy that resembled a toy. A boy who wore oversized shoes, Baggy pants and unusual spectacles. A short stub, That lazed clumsily around the room, A boy whose appearance was hardly noticeable, And presence engulfed. The poor boy was constantly annoyed, Teased and bothered. Thrown around the room Like the rag he seemed to be. There seemed no escape, From terrifying bullies, That roamed around the school, Waiting patiently to crush him. The helpless boy waited, For the Bully to take him, Grab him by the shoulders, And smother his dreams in pain. One day, however, the boy waited. He waited patiently For the bullies to take command, But they never did, they just walked past. The lonely boy discovered, That he pertained an unknown power, One that left him nameless, And devoid of appearance. He knew he was not vitreous, See-through or transparent. But he could roam through a room, Unnoticed, overlooked. He could run through a clear field, And go unperceived. He was able to devour a thousand meals, And never be blamed. Such abilities brought wonderful joys, And grand pleasures, However such leisure brought Terrible solitude in return. The assurance of his safety warmed him, Knowing he’d be free of harm. But the gawky boy was lonely, Devoid of company or charm. He roamed the halls alone, He sat absently in his desk. And slowly his loneliness Began to consume him. He was overcome by the colorlessness of his pale skin, The crookedness of his misshapen brow. He slowly fainted, into a mirrored glass. The boy had become, That he had always been; Another shadow, Another gust of wind. His pale skin disintegrated. The oversized shoes sank. His spectacles shattered. The smirk evanesced. The boy became, That which cannot be named. A light breeze, A faint whisper.
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