I am a prisoner to my own mind Help me rid these somber thoughts So that I may be set free eternally
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To allow a past lover to affect your current relationship is a crime itself. Do not let past circumstances dictate your future with another.
You are a lover I am a runner We both know how this story ends
What a pleasant surprise I did not see you coming I was in my own storm Heading south with my own thunder and rain When you startled me like a bolt of lightning from the north Striking me and taking me on highs I… Continue Reading “Pleasant Surprise”
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Is it wrong that I am still wanting you after everything you have put me through?
I know you are not coming back Yet here I am Still having hope
It is not fair you know How I let you live on In my poetry
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I feel safest next to you Your arms wrapped tightly around me You see, I have never had that in my life Stability
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Posted on June 19, 2018
by Patricia Click
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People ask me why I write poetry, as if the answer is an untold secret I have been hiding for years It is quite simple I write better than I speak Poetry is feelings you can not say out loud
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How do you learn to love someone when all you have ever known in life, is to leave before you get left?
Empathy Poetry 