although these writes.
I am no poet.
Just an ordinary girl
trying to occupy.


As Forever Promised GoodbyeI had promised, And God knows I've bent over backwards, While you stand straight, While you inwardly collapseAs Forever Promised Goodbye
Sometimes I wonder, If I am the best, Then how do you treat the others? It was a terrible waste of breath, It was a terrible act of compassion, To think you wouldn't simply lose it
I try, If only to keep in touch, To understand what everything means, You draw a fine line, Between reading too much, And giving too little
You've had all I could give, You're losing it all piece by piece, This one-sided struggle


I WantI want to be loved,I Want
to have no doubt of your affection,
I want to be so much apart of your world,
that it'd take world war three to sever the connection.
I want to look into your eyes
and see your fire burning bright,
but I want to see me at the heart of the flame,
with no chance of another girl burning up your nights.
I want you to hold me
and tell me no any time I have to leave,
only letting the jaws of life
be the force to return me to reality.
&
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A suitor bent upon one knee
Death asked me for my hand
- Laura Whitcomb
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read me
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read me
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we can only see as far as the light shows, we never know what the end of the path holds, nor the twists and turns the path takes until we are upon them
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read me
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The illusion is that you are simply reading this poem.
The reality is that this is more than a poem. -Bukowski
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read me
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