New poet...writing what crosses my mind and heart one poem at a time...
We fit
You and I
You're broken but tape I use to bend you back, is slightly used, so u think u can't hold up well
See you're tainted, and the airbrush I try to use too cover your scars....as only few breaths left and with each inhale, I paint something beautiful and with each exhale, you notice another stain....
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Psychologically... you are killing me
Metaphorically... you don't understand
Hyperthetically...am I just speaking
In conclusion... you should just listen
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What Makes Him....
Opens the door,
He stands there, hands in pockets, lips smuged
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