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I was probably too excited to meet you. I've sat on this bench for the past two hours, here, just daydreaming and secretly hoping you'd be early too. I met loads of people. One lady
I wrote a poem about you I called it 'I wrote a poem about you My heart spoke to my mind My pen wrote words that were hard to find Nevertheless I wrote you a poem To tell you that I don't know who you are
I am half universe, half me.The power of stars, whole galaxies absorbs at me.The sun lives in me, through me, surrounding me.I am the universe & the universe is me.No boundaries, just love.
Temporary completion, I took it so personally It was something I was craving for an eternity  I was so desperate. I craved something so real and profound
Dear Numbers, You represent that which words can easily explain.   You represent something lonely and lost.    You are solitary objects that only result in a continual pattern of more numbers to be defined. 
like the seats on the bus in the morning, be occupied  be taken up with warmth  with different stories  and different perspectives  be overpopulated  because when the takers come to take
Because I love you   You leave a feeling in my stomach that never leaves
I scream as my sanity cries out for the one thing to fill the cavity that has been left in my chest. I cry as I know my chance was stolen from me. Stolen by the selfishness of the women who birthed me.
In this dark and open public space, My eyes meet the gaze of a warm, but ghostly face. I felt alone until the face appeared across the way, My loneliness would escape me and I could not look away.
I lovethe way she shovesme down on the bed.Our heads/ spinning,with sweetnessbetween the sheets beginning. /
Searching for the light I am the best friend found in the night. The smile adorning my face matches the smile in my soul. Others perhaps fail to give grace, I strive to make others whole.
Hearts are just one big puzzle, They are easily broken, But they can be fixed, Some pieces won't fit, Because there simply incompatible, With enough patience, And the right touch,
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How much do I love you? How much do you care? What I would do for just your kiss and your stare? These questions frequently run through my mind. Sometimes it scares me, I wish I could hide.
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