Havent Poems - Poems about Havent

a single guy who freely flies without looking to date never bothering with girls who play the game of chase because those games tell me those girls ain’t really to my taste they wouldn’t go and make the effort they want me too waste they’re self serving not observant I’d rather escape playing with my...

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Words are predictable, body language is revealing. Saying it like a fool, who are you deceiving? Spend your life doing nothing, telling it like it's something. Lazy, lonely, miserable, Who are you this evening? Some people need to fit, they latch on to your words, once in opinions flip, seeing you for your worth. First impressions, you've...

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I haven’t forgot when I met you first I haven’t forgot when I met you last I haven’t forgot your pretty face I haven’t forgot your smile and grace I haven’t forgot when we started chatting I haven’t forgot how much joy you could bring I haven’t forgot our last walk together I haven’t forgot how I became a loser I...

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I feel like Darkness has come to get me There’s nothing but pain in my life now All I have left to give are the pieces of my heart This is what you did to me Haven’t you caused enough damage? Haven’t you caused me enough pain? All I want from you now is for you to leave me alone Haven’t you...

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My heart has come to a stand still, the tears pain my eyes, i try to breath, to inhale, and the pain reminds me im alive. my soul so shattered in the dark, achs and reaches out to you. you know the pain ive felt, havent you?...

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why isit when im right you saay im wrong when i say you havent changed you say you have why is it that i can see right through you why is it that you can`t be truthful to me is it that you cant be trusted or is it that you just want to mes with my...

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why isit when im right you saay im wrong when i say you havent changed you say you have why is it that i can see right through you why is it that you can`t be truthful to me is it that you cant be trusted or is it that you just want to mes with my...

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Sometimes love just isn’t enough Art is our way home to finding ourselves We were blindfolded ballerinas. Swaying to the rhythm of our hearts breaking. We tippy toed across a tight rope, looking for some sort of answer from dangerous lovers, like hope. She the tigress and I the poetess brought together by similar circumstance Oxycontin madness With...

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