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Guitar Girl
Guitar Girl
She plays guitar
She writes songs
She lives not far
And I could stay there all day long
She ties back her hair
And hides her insecurities
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Words are not forever
I can say everything right
But she'll still never love me
After that one bad night,
Now I just want to be free
This isn't about a friend
Or someone special
No texts I will send
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My light
You are the light in my life,
My girlfriend and my love.
You take away the night,
And your body fits with mine
I know you love my poems
So I will write them for you.
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Darling
My darling,
My love,
Your beauty is startling
And your hand fits mine like a glove
I know we are young
But I know this is real
In the ladder of life you are a rung
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I get my girlfriend roses
My heart flutters,
My hands shake,
My mind is cluttered
And my face breaks.
But you make it better
Little by little, bit by bit,
Any day with you I forget her
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Light through the darkness
The pitch black void in my heart,
Never full, never satisfied.
Until I found you
A feeling I don't know arose within me,
A feeling of satisfaction.
For once I felt full, it was enough,
You are enough.
Loves
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The Turn of Leaves
The leaves fall down like routine,
Their colors crisp and brown.
I want to freeze this moment
When November comes around.
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now her
I wanted to be yours,
I wanted to feel you close.
I didn't just want to be friends,
I wanted to be wrapped up in your clothes.
Now that I am yours,
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Rosalind, with the bedroom of her heart (blackout poetry)
Rosalind, with the bedroom of her heart.
Rosalind, laughing alone among beauty.
The mirror was laughing at her,
Behind her, looking straight through her.
Rosalind left and discovered writing.
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I wanna be okay
I wanna be okay,
I've been through so much pain
I've been brought up and broken
Silenced and out spoken
I wanna be okay,
My life was flipped over
But now it's getting better
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never really love
What you gave me everyday
Was never really love.
It was toxic, poison,
You stained my blood black.
All of your words
I realize were all lies.
Even the ring on my finger
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lonely thoughts
I run to the forest,
The colors remind me
Of the color my eyes aren't.
Your screams are still in my ears,
They still echo
Against the blank canvas out here.