I write, because it gets things out. I write because i want to leave something of myself behind when im gone. I write because everything else in my life is mundane and it bores me to tears. I write because i dont want to be mediocre. I post poems because i want to know if im any good.
I know your secret.
You told me yourself.
And those grades you attribute, to me and my help.
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I miss the cinema’s comfortable sofas
At the entrance and outside the screen rooms.
I miss sitting on them, curled into you, ‘cause
We were kids and had nowhere else to go.
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This night is a lie ‘cause im just a pretty girl beside you
I kiss you like that and you stiffen like you know
That I don’t ever want to let you go
So I pull away quick and make amends
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We sat and watched as couples floated by
Knew as we sat there that their love would die
I didn’t think you could just walk away,
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They say to write more, that this is my talent,
But they don’t know of these well-constructed lies,
Or how I sit at night, alone, cold and silent.
She can’t understand the price, no matter how she tries.
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