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LoveWHY DOES HE HAVE TO KEEP SAYING THINGS THAT MAKE ME LOVE HIM???
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SpeechlessI eat the dust of your words, inhale the way your finger curl around the lip of your pocket, tripping on lemonade, weaving my way through suburbia thick as quicksand,Speechless
sucking me in your throat your laugh the way your nose swoops down two degrees in the middle
walking through. i could eat up the clouds, i could swallow the billowing streets and i could reach out and hold your hand but I don't
because we aren't what we seem to passerby. oh, look, boyfriend and girlfriend laughing sharing a milkshake, they must be thinking,
but we aren't
that. we are nothing and i will always be wi
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TelepathyIs it possible to write a poem Without knowing who it’s written to? I read what was once fiction And it all seems to be about you. Somehow my pencil can predict my future Months preceding as I scrawl out Useless random homework assignments Written for the sake of being written, about Artistic things, so I can feel chic as I sip my decaf latte Strange how, upon rereading them, my words mean so much more than dim lights, and coffeeTelepathy
does my subconscious speak the truth? Or is coincidence a culprit? Spoken aloud, my lies can be The truest things I’
by ~GnomeChaser
i want to be lonely with youEverything I write is some dumb poem about you.i want to be lonely with you
I don’t
Know ho to steer this away from Mushiness (Forgive me but I have been spending 30 hours in Driver’s Ed and all I’ve learned to steer clear of is Drivers’ Ed teachers)
I never used to be that girl who sits at home, Wondering why this or that boy won’t call her and why She can’t bring herself to say three sentences to him; I’ve never Been cliché like that but these days When I see two people holding hands I nearly choke When I see two people kissing I start t
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The First Love PoemIt’s three in the morning, You’re all I can think of. I wasted half a lifetime not thinking of you I wasted so much time.The First Love Poem
I wrote the wrong poems Sang the wrong songs I dreamed the wrong dreams, The wrong stupid daydreams. I wished the wrong wishes I wanted the wrong kisses I wanted everything that was wrong Now nothing is right.
How can I put it? You’re gone. I’m seventeen, short, smart, But now I seem so stupid. It’s been three years, I’ve been confused. It’s three a.m. and
by ~GnomeChaser
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- deviantWEAR sizing preference: naked
- Print preference: one daaaaay my priiiints will come
- Interests: Boy
- Favourite movie: Sweeney Todd which Boy bought with me
- Favourite band or musician: MAtchbox 20 "Push
- Favourite genre of music: whatever Boy's radio is playing
- Favourite poet or writer: Boy
- Favourite cartoon character: Tenma
- Personal Quote: This wouldn't be so hard if you weren't so goddamn perfect.
- Tools of the Trade: heart
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