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Bianca Johnson Jul 2019
You know that feeling you get inside your stomach, when you see your crush?
Those are called butterflies...
That's what he gave her...
But deep down inside, he didn't like her...
Walking around with her head held high...
Everytime she sees him.. she turns to the side...
Wanting to say hi, but way to shy...
Not knowing that he's just a typical guy...
He walks up to her and ask her on a date..
Nervous and scared she began to shake...
Those butterflies inside, couldn't just wait...
Dancing in the mirror feeling all jolly...
Could he be the one?? I don't know... Probably.
After the date, they go to his place...
Drinking more wine, and watching Netflix...
Laid in the bedroom, she knew that was next...
Woke up the next morning, with a smile on her face...
Not even knowing where his status took place...
Six weeks later, she's throwing up everywhere...
Lost and confused, she didn't know what to do...
Goes to doctor to find out what was going on...
Come to find out, she was pregnant all along...
Calling and texting, she even went by..
Sad thing about it, she barely knew the guy...
Three weeks go by, and still no sign...
Doctor calls her, and give her the news...
She caught *** from sleeping with dude...
Betrayed, and hurt is how she felt...

When REALITY hit she couldn't do nothing but blame HERSELF
Kim Johnson Oct 2014
I am dumb and stupid, I'm opposite of you,
The illegible mistake I did was to compare myself with you,
I know I m a fool I can't be compared,
Still this stupid heart is dumb n unawared.

I have been in your home at your folk's place,
With me the earlier nurse was replace,
I become friendly with ur folk's there,
They helping me out was totally fair.

cooked at your home in the light less candle light,
I walked with you on the road in this romantic night,
I stayed at your home with your families and neighbour's cat,
I slept at your home's wooden bed.

I liked your parents as my own mom and dad,
But one sided love always has ending so sad,
Even though they give me love and affection..
I am never worth for your love n your folk's attention...
anu Jul 2016
How much I am ignorant


For all these years


Even more than twenty years


I am unawared


That am bad


And even useless!!!
Hate myself
Steph Portuguez Jan 2020
A minimal interaction merely coincidental took her to the sentimental, yet quiet lightly, semi-permanent fire, the affection for the imperishable. A minimal corporal translation, a dance towards a portal, a fervor to pair and properly resurrect.

The compost has been added, the fecundation has begun, the methodical development goes against the unfolding and beyond. The maturing is inconceivable, an initiation determined to dilate, jag and stain. A gamma of sentiments, a commotion with skills to afflict, an opening with a phantasmagoric impatient and tone deaf.

A parallel black hole, a wooly, scruffy, disheveled globe. With absentia of her specific use she'll roam. A drowsy critter, greater for its sluggishness and loneliness, unquiet for the incubation, the heat and the certainty of your motherly protection.

Medically oppressed to the obligation of live on, welcomed by a sublime lukewarm. A unique lullaby from the impecable chanter and so on.

That's how you nourish and exalt the delicacy, the consciousness slightly expands to the magnificence. This universe with billions of new galaxies, it expands with minor steps of your new innocence.

This apprentice with exceptional obtuseness, her leader replete with sageness and discreetness. The trail scatters its roots towards the rude plot. The captain aims with firmness to a rational outlet.

An enduring labyrinth you must traverse, a map with invisible lines and a myopic with no sanity nor quandary to march. Her compass does not fatigue with the disdain of the repugnant, unawared, insolent vagrant with no prosperity.


The pink portrait lays in an imaginary castle once dreamed by a dragon. This enclosed a precious legend, her bravery prevails and the growth of a rotten embryo, this **** with no significant phases, with dull patience. An ancient savant donkey, engendered with tender.

That tenderness was not her only role, her exuberant potencial to vastness and to the raw venture she accustomed herself. To the darkest and unimaginable brutes she dared to conquer, a non-existent God, she dedicated to redeem and master.

Her royalty and infinitude, this benevolence administrated my chemical sensitivity, always in me will entail. A kingdom without entrance to those venturesome to tumble. The iconicity of the most notorious infinity and empress, in the pink portrait will forever rest.

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