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Love Again
I'm scared
of uttering the words
"I love you"
Again.
Because what ifit was something
I never really meant?
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"The Only Thing to Fear is Fear Itself"
I’m scared I’ll keep on standing at a grave
of someone who isn’t dead.
That i’ll miss you forever
even when I know you won't,
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Being a Poet
Being a poet
I think to be a poet means
To be one to bleed out
On lined paper
And express the hurt
you must feel.
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Haiku
I see stars
shining in the night sky
and a soul.
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Eyes
I miss you  
Loves
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as you lie
every night i lie in Bed
and wonder what you Think about -
am i the Dream that’s in your head
or are you fast asleep?
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Andromeda.
Nearly 5.2 billion people use the internet daily, whether for work, school, communication, or entertainment.
We were isolated; quarantined. The social strain was… immeasurable.
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sunday nights
sunday nights are my own.
old music in the corners of my mind
pen scratches on paper, ten thousand poems
two hundred and seventy-two
little golden lights, 4 walls
that mirror my soul.
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slippery, sunlit silence
Once, we met.
My hair was up, and the world was coated with snow,
and you
talked to me with wide blue eyes
and a slippery smile, easy to fall into.
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Teenage Delirium (The Dictionary)
B –
Bones (noun pl.)
/bōn/
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Through Glances at the Sun
Poetry has a silent power
In the way that poets
don’t need words to communicate
With one another;
We simply see a wildflower