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There's a difference betwen running
And trying to put something behind you
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^copy n paste
This is the only thing  I can figure out to help me over come the past.
Have you felt loathing
     in those green eyes;
Despised by idle talk
     of a loose,
     spiteful tongue;
Perhaps detested
     because of your flesh;
Or exercated, yes,
     be denounced,
     be named,
     face a near-****** future
     of lonliness?
And then,
You were hated,
But only because
Once,
You were loved.
She whispers
My name in every poem
She whispers my name
In every word she writes
She whispers my name
In every picture she posts
She whispers my name
In my sleep
She whispers
I hear her calling
In my dreams
She whispers
Whispers
I scream
I wanted to write an obsession poem. I think it is obsessed with out being totally stalkery. Haha
Poet, the soul of poetry
Every stirring within
Comes alive with words
Feelings flows like rapids
Cascading to greater depths
Restlessness of the poet’s heart
Makes an emphatic splash
Over rocky beds of the fall
Time and again they hurt
Yet, feelings won’t stop flowing
Creating more rapids
Sometimes deluging the poet’s soul
Poet, the soul of poetry
Muse will always come to the rescue
Poetry will always flow
The once healthy tree
Withered with the scarcity
Time help wasn't free
For Donna, Angelica and ... I've forgotten the third person, these people taught me this style :))
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