I discarded my heart in the dirt
Buried with my pain and hurt
Follow my idol the punk Kurt

and now i don’t know where you are.

This is not a poem

Ladies/Men/Gay

  Ladies you are beautiful
Ladies you deserve the best
Ladies you deserve everything
Ladies to avoid a broken heart, listen!!!
Ladies find a man that makes you their world
Ladies anything less is an invitation for
Your broken heart
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Men you are not beautiful
Men you deserve a woman
Men she deserves the best
Men she deserves everything
Men make her your world
Men anything less is an invitation for
Your broken heart
Men you would only have yourself to blame
Men give her respect and give her your
Unconditional love or just shut up because you don’t deserve her otherwise
Because you are lucky to have a woman
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Gay find a partner that does the same
Treat each other with love or you don’t deserve each other.
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Seriously it takes two too make any relationship work but guys seriously you’re
Lucky if a woman loves you stop with the wondering eyes and thinking the grass is greener on the other side for if a woman loves you it’s better than any lust you will ever find
Give her 100% and there’s no broken hearts for either of you!!!

Written By:Charles Kean
Copyright © 02/26/2020
All rights reserved

your name is
forbidden in
my mouth
or in my heart
because when
i think about
you;

i'll cry a little more,
hurt a little stronger
love a little softer
because you no longer
make me feel sober

i'm drunk on the
memory of you

where are your words
where are your words
where are your words now
poet?

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She said she had read my poem.

She said it made her laugh.

I thought the poem was incredibly sad.

One of us was emotionally broken.