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  Feb 2016 xXwallflower53Xx
The Dedpoet
You buy flowers and a card as an excuse to write a poem, even though you're single.

2. When " How Do I love you, let me count the ways"... And you literally lost count.

3. When Cupid calls you corny.

4. When you make a poem out of those little heart candies.

5. Cupid throws up a little in his mouth after reading your exceedingly sweet sonnet.

6. You bought your kid Valentines day cards for his class and wrote haiku's on every one.

7. You ponder the box of chocolates, and how it is like life, though it sounds familiar, you title your poem "Life is Like a Box of Chocolates".

8. You buy roses and a card filled with your sweet words for your ex, though she calls you a stalker, you are glad she called you.

9. You recite Roses are Red, Violets are Blue, and you're in the shower.

10. You suddenly bulk up on Pablo Neruda, ready to take on the romantic world.

11.As you look at your hellopoetry site while driving, you see a smear of blood on the windshield, two small wings, and what looks like a bow and arrow.

12. When you write a poem and have no one to give it to, suddenly Mom is the best Valentine ever.

13. When you go on the big date, secretly you have your own penand paper in your back pocket, writing verses when you excuse yourself from the dinner table.

14. When you write a poem for your wife, your side girlfriend and your mistress, just because it feels romantic, it is Valentines after all.

15. When you give the wrong poem to your wife, instead of the mistress.

16. Your girlfriend is suddenly a diabetic due to your sweet poem.

17.When you write a poem on hellopoetry and dedicate it to your Valentine, even though you don't have one.

18. When you buy yourself roses and a box of chocolate, write a beautiful poem to yourself, you might be a romantic poet.

19. When your secret admirer is you, the secret poems don't have the same effect.

20. Last but no least, you might be a poet when you wonder if Cupid is lonely and write an invite in the form of a sonnet to see if the little guy will join you for a poetry reading.
i know you're hurting.
deep inside
your soul is yearning
and the only things that runs through your mind like
a brake~less train on tracks
are reckless ways of ending your life.
reckless ways of forfeiting this fight.
you say you won't give up
but then you double~check
and realize
you just might...
sigh
do you ever dream of dying while you're wide awake?
do you ever sit back and wonder
when and how fate will finally take..
when fate will finally take you?
i know that feeling..
that feeling of loss
hope
remorse
grief
bipolar
guilt
shame
screams and sighs
i know..
i know how this feels..
the heartbreak,
the feeling that your life will forever
be lived in shame.
which life am i living?
the one i was born into?
.....
or the life I'm ****** to live?
....
*thinks
Don't say goodbye
You haven't said hello,
Don't let me go
I'm begging you to hold me close,
Cause if you let me go,
I'm afraid I might shatter.
My blood will spill
And my skin will crack
I won't have the power,
The power to fight back.
I won't know when I'm gone
All I'll remember is that you
Didn't hold on.
The world i used to know is fading with you in it.
I never knew life until you arrived
Please don't leave don't say goodbye.
Don't slip away
Just until next time.
Please come back
So I can't push you away
Stay with me
Don't go away.
Please
Please
Chris
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