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What I want

Strong arms

Soft lips

you hold me tight

Love it when I dance with you

I’m not the best dancer

But your the best lover

I couldn’t imagine life without you

Is that what you wanted me to say?

Sorry I’m not prefect

Your no shiny prize either

I deserve someone better

I deserve the love of another

This isn’t love

Its something less deeper

Not love

Not hate

Just not what I want

Better off as friends

Before we rip this thing called



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As I lay cradled within my refuge

My craving for freedom grows constantly

The apathy comes as a great deluge

Behaving as such, never modestly


As days turn to weeks, I plan and prepare

For the day that I am liberated

Constant nothingness leads to my despair

And I become more and more frustrated


As my destiny approaches the door

My mental vigor continues to grow

But while I may have been stronger before

I will rebuild; to the world, I will show.


All of the pain I continue to bear

All of the joy in my heart I will share

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Don’t know how to keep me in tune

 Don’t know how to treat my sweet medleys
Seem to always play second fiddle

in a orchestra filled

with beautiful violins


I want to be a violin

But we don’t get what we want
I can become first fiddle

I need to find the right orchestra
With time someone

will hear my notes for what they are
Which is more than meets the eye

Posted in Different Poets, Poetry

Don’t fall for it. 

His blue eyes. The kindest eyes.

Muscles like no other and hauntingly, annoyingly beautiful.

A smile like no other and he makes my heart flutter.

I know your out of my league, I’m not a fool.

Yet so sweet and so many thorns,

I can see coming my way.

Just a crush. Nothing more.

A part of me thinks things like this happen for a reason.

The other parts tell me don’t be a fool.

Just stay friends play it cool.
But he’s stealing my piece of mind

And I have had enough.

Don’t fall for it I say.

Dangerous crush and yet hear I am writing this

So hush
Don’t be nervous. Wear that crown.

If he knows what good for him,

He’ll bow down.
It will be a tug of war since he’s already on my case.

So we’ll see what happens

In The Lord’s hands this takes place.
– Lana