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So busy trying to impress,
Giving you a piece of my soul on paper;
With my pen against white I press
Out the words I can’t save for later
I’m sorry it seems
Only poetry is the seam
Between us both,
I swear it’s not that, Doll.
The thread that keeps together our souls
Is much more than meter and rhyme,
It’s much more than mere empty words
Placed one after another at the right time
But I’m so busy trying to impress
Giving you a piece of paper with my soul
That I’ve soon forgot
You never wanted
Me for the way I wrote.
I’m sorry it seems
Like poetry is the seam
Between two souls
Lost in comforting ease
Of a love that works
Like a sewing machine.
Giving you a piece of my soul on paper;
With my pen against white I press
Out the words I can’t save for later
I’m sorry it seems
Only poetry is the seam
Between us both,
I swear it’s not that, Doll.
The thread that keeps together our souls
Is much more than meter and rhyme,
It’s much more than mere empty words
Placed one after another at the right time
But I’m so busy trying to impress
Giving you a piece of paper with my soul
That I’ve soon forgot
You never wanted
Me for the way I wrote.
I’m sorry it seems
Like poetry is the seam
Between two souls
Lost in comforting ease
Of a love that works
Like a sewing machine.
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after sundown,
bees
in the crabapple blossoms
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Nurturing
Earth,
Demolishing
Society
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I see you everyday and
everyday I try to throw
away all these memories
of you.
We were inseparable--
you and I
complete opposites
yet so close
like magnets
opposites attract.
The jokes that
no one but us understood
still get a chuckle from me
from time to time
but then I remember--
and stop.
The noises, the yelling
We were practically drowning
in anger and hatred
Phone calls were
absolute shit
silence for an hour
until someone finally
just hangs up
The end was
inevitable
held my hand out
one last time
and that's how
it stayed.
I found our old pictures from
back when physical photos
were a common thing
our smil
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this is more than beautiful i guess alot of people think people´s lives are sewn together by fate but little people know how to express this idea in poetry or prose i enjoyed reading this poem its more than beautiful but i dont know if such a word exists... xD