EvocativeA Poem by Bibliophile-Tipsypeople, 'who had a little part in my life.
❝ people gone
but my little heart (just a cubic inch) can hold 19,000 lbs Tick for tock I miss them most miss mɪs/ verb Olden for olden They were precious as golden precious ˈprɛʃəs/ adjective Night for night They are twinkling in constellation lines. constellation ˌk'nstəˈleɪʃ(ə)n/ noun Miles for miles Connecting dots to my thoughts. thought θ"ːt/ noun Tippy-toe Tippy-toe Rhythm of steaming tear, 'faded feelings. tear tɛː/ verb © Bibliophile-Tipsy © 2017 Bibliophile-TipsyAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on August 25, 2017 Last Updated on August 25, 2017 AuthorBibliophile-TipsyIslambad, Islam, PakistanAboutHi I Am Tipsy I am 19 years old New to poetry A dreamer (: I don't feel scare from my fears because my fear is my strength. (: more..Writing
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