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You promised meYour hand and the starsAnd with those words you heldMy heartBut
not with yours.
You spoke in rhyme,With a rhythm to matchMy ownBut a..
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There in my handsWas a shirtBelonging
to you-A scrawny, dirty cloth.
With a pen in my handAnd the power of a kingI left my mark-
A shot of inkSpik..
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Our hearts are the handsOf a ticking clock-Together only in timeWith arms far apartAnd too precious to call mine.
Behind your pristine face,Beyond th..
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Iwouldcompare you to aSummer’s day-The glorified glaze of mother nature’s pride,But those words- so easily- melt away,Like the leaves of a..
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This poem is about a childhood friend of mine and hints of my fears of ever becoming re-acquainted
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A poem dedicated to a decadent man
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You used love like a tool,A weapon that struck my heart.For you I was the fool,For that, you teared me apart.The first hello,To the final goodbyes.Jus..
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My smile; a frontwith no depth to bestow.Like a house fully builtbut no lights to aglow.Pulses turned muteinside a stale château.Those that askw..
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Just a glance, butI’m left to question.What is this thing-your wild complexion?Too scared to look,Too afraid to feelIt’s all in my headyet..
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the first chapter of my first attempt at the novel form
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