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Tyler Aug 2023
Do you like them?

My little poetries..
My little penmanships..

Do you like how they sing?
How they dance, how they string?
How each has a bit of a different thing?

My little difference..
My little miseries..

May they save you from your sorrow?
Steal you from the dark?

My little riddles..
My little questions..

May I save you from the depth?
Would you relax in the shallow?

I miss you poetry..
(It seems I'll never have it good again..)(Ya right)
I'm just tired of waiting
for my next gold..
the genuine work
of my heart..
(I swear)

Am I a fool ?
Did I lose the point ?
Would it matter ?
I kissed you just to kiss you.
Tyler Aug 2023
I need some beautiful poetry
The ones that write themself

Who's there to make it easy
Make it shine
To make it rhyme

Am I even worthy
of a poem of such magnitude?
Writing poetry can be so difficult..
Tyler Aug 2023
someone to dance with,
I can't wait to make love with you tonight.
        Just watching you be you.
        We wanted some romance
   but all we've got is love.
Your eyes are like the stars up above,
   one more moondance,
  could I make some romance to you?
You're too good to be true
won't take these eyes off of you,
enchanted, entranced,
the top of my love list
Tyler Aug 2023
why aren't my ends
amicable ?
my friends
understandable ?
my loves
accountable ?
these songs
irresistable ?

why do I
come short ?
ring flat ?
fall splat ?
Tyler Aug 2023
you were someone I trusted

and that's all that mattered

I was a sucker for your name

and you helped me regardless of input

I went through Hell again,

still searching for Heaven

and I find my way

better each time
Tyler Aug 2023
you were only once,
now you're never again.
Tyler Aug 2023
Maybe I don't know Loss
aswell as I used to.
I prided myself in it-
knew its every feeling.
but I turned myself
from it to ensure
I wouldn't fall as
hard as I had known
before.
grief always ashamed
me but it also changed
me,
I don't even know how
to feel it anymore.

That's where
some pride gets you,
perpetual losing
in a state of perpetual
winning,
reality is the hardest
thing to work through
when stuck there;
like for better or for worse
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