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#refused
I took care to leave my heart home I came over to your place Stuffed with naive harmless thoughts Were soon to be replaced Your mind focused on one thing You didn't let it show You were a perfect gentleman Letting tension grow I bit lip with nervous teeth You let me play song after song Waited hours to make a move Wondered what took you so long I took care to leave emotions behind Set on resisting temptation Soon as we found ourselves alone together Couldn't stop at just flirtation You said "No harm in cuddling" I cannot put the blame on you I am the one who nodded in agreement Put arms around your body too My poor senses never stood a chance Never saw our collision coming Forgot to release frustration prior To seduction ended up succumbing My mouth missed texture of flesh Salty taste of skin Had no idea how sweet the rush would be Intoxicating adrenaline It has been several months with no pleasure Physical or otherwise Out of the blue you appear Was not ready for that surprise Now you keep entering my skull Throughout the day Took care to leave my feelings at my house Lust refused to stay
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Jan 27, 2021
Jan 27, 2021 at 4:07 AM UTC
I Left My Heart At Home
I took my pen And I wrote something Something they will understand Because of the simple language I chose. People of the different age They will understand. They tried to give me penny I refused. They tried to give me their own pen, i STILL refused. They finally decided To take my pen, With their power They said Nothing is left to be written.
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Jul 7, 2020
Jul 7, 2020 at 11:46 AM UTC
They stole my pen.
sadness took my hand and refused to let go. I couldn't stop shivering, and she was the reason why. I acknowledged her words then told her, "it's not you, it's me," let go of her hand, and felt warm again.
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Jan 18, 2020
Jan 18, 2020 at 4:13 PM UTC
breakup with sadness.
We're never truly lost and this won't last forever it just takes a little time to put things back together
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Apr 7, 2019
Apr 7, 2019 at 9:07 PM UTC
Blue it
I am British, But I don’t feel English. I’ve lived in France for manny years, But I don’t feel French. I have traveled to different places, I can’t seem to find my home. The truth is, I do know where it is. It’s all around me, Everywhere I go. The world is my house. We are all from the same place, We are all worth the same. Why does my nationality confines me? Why does it define me? To explore the rooms in my house, I have to ask for permission to enter. I can’t stay in my kitchen, As I have be cooking for to long. I can’t return to my garden, As I have already been there twice. I am waiting to see my living room, But I am still being refused. I am stuck in my bedroom, But I want to change rooms. Stop telling me to go back home. This is my country, This is your country, This is our country. We should all have the right, Equally to explore our house, Without being refused. By Coco 07
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Jan 26, 2019
Jan 26, 2019 at 4:13 AM UTC
My house
He says Gay in its colloquial A language broke - n By its or - igin creates A world where only words describe The gap between where lives lie Why would I call you friend if it kills me? -- too ******* scared of loneliness. In return, my vocabulary -- guess identity isn't too much to lose.
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Mar 17, 2017
Mar 17, 2017 at 3:26 AM UTC
Shitlord Invited
Some people are blinded by lies, but most people refused to see the truth.
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Nov 25, 2015
Nov 25, 2015 at 6:57 AM UTC
TRUTH HURTS BAD!