Tatiana Havens
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BreathlessA Poem by Tatiana HavensI can’t wait till I’m able to trace my fingers gently from the nape of your neck down your back slowly to the front of your body traci.. |
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If I Could...A Poem by Tatiana HavensIf I could..I would write about every happy momentevery time where a smile grazed my face.I would write about us.Because no matter how much I f*****g .. |
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"Perfect"A Poem by Tatiana HavensEverything "perfect"isn't really perfect at all..That "perfect" bookhas a typo and splattered ink on page 47.That "perfect" coffeewas only made once, .. |
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Simple beauty.A Poem by Tatiana HavensPoetry is simply beautiful.It can express infinite amounts of emotion;but at the same time, hold back so much information.Some are inspired by it;whil.. |
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Where do poems come from?A Poem by Tatiana HavensEvery writer can write about a cold rainy day & how rain drops are ever so sound & peaceful rumbling down an ancient, cracked, bruised window.. |
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Falling in love.A Poem by Tatiana HavensFalling in lovewith someonewhom you know you shouldn't.Is like reading a bookfor the second time.You know the characters,the setting,what happens in b.. |
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The old book store.A Poem by Tatiana HavensI went to an old book storeto pick out a novel.One with bent pages &highlighted sentencesthat give you further details about the ones who left it .. |
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Too much; too littleA Poem by Tatiana HavensIt seem that we both had the wrong idea.I loved you too much;you loved me too little. |
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WrongA Poem by Tatiana HavensI thought I knew you,turns our I was wrong.I thought you knew me,I was wrong about that also. |
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An old mans spiritA Poem by Tatiana HavensThis man;with a hunched back,no sight &old stretched tattooscovering old stretched skin.This man;with no voicebut the one inside his headtelling h.. |
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