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 Feb 2020 Marta
Max Neumann
it'll take some time until
we'll find each other you
know?

i love you already.
want to be there for you and
to fill you with our dreams, baby.
Today is a good day. Oh how this longing hurts and fulfills.

Have to think of M. Have to think of K. Have to think of my early love, this teenage love you know? It's inimitabable.

Much love to Spain, Hungary and Peru. You feel me?

Have been looking for women who are so different than my German mother.
Yep, that's quite intimate but I don't care.

We, us poets, are all here to share and to mature.

Want to re-experience the love of my early years. I'm waiting.

Sincerely Yours
Mikey

Youtube: Mihály Vig - Valuska
 Feb 2020 Marta
Tabitha
Runaway
 Feb 2020 Marta
Tabitha
They say "it's for your own good"
"You'll understand when your older"
After 17 years of living you'd think
I would know by now,
It's hard to wrap my head around,
Around a concept not so profound,
A life which my parents want me to live,
Which would mean it would be my life I would have to give,
I respect you,
And stay true,
True to myself and others too,
The values and lessons you've taught,
Which no amount of money or things could be bought,
For it's time to treat me as old as I am,
I am not once that young girl you had planned,
The one in love with feathers and lame tv shows,
The one who always carried her heart in her hand,
The one with dazzling brown crystal shone eyes and wondered around the land,
The one who didn't want anyone to get hurt,
The one now learned from the grime and dirt,
The one who wouldn't stop asking questions,
The one who always said "did I mention.."
The one who's eyes would fill in tears after getting a 'booboo'
but would be all better once you kissed it too,
The one who would be by your side holding your hand
The one who was daddy's little sidekick,
And who was momma's little measuring stick,
The one who didn't grow all too much,
The one who would be scared of movies and your arms she'd clutch,
The one who dreamed to play basketball,
The one who would be supported no matter how many dreams she had,
The ones as absurd as that,
The one who's hand would wrap around one finger,
The one who would laugh at everything you'd say
The one who love to watch the stars and lay,
The one who would love to play,
The one who you'd tuck into bed every night,
The one who would make you turn on a night light,
The one who was daddy's little girl,
And who was mama's pearl,
The girl in those summer dresses and a flower in her hair,
Is standing tall and strong as she shows you she cares,
She's going to make you proud,
For her words may not speak loud,
She's a runaway,
Off to a place unknown,
To explore a world,
And be who she wants to be,
The girl who wants to be free,
Just like how she did when she was young,
Just her and her heart,
Completely alone.
I hope someone can relate. Been a tough write

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