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Poetry Lover Poem
I love you,
though, can't tell if you do.
You hate yourself and others, too.
Your life is what you often screw.
The small gleam in your eyes,
takes my breath away and my heart cries,
for I could never win you as a prize.
My lungs die whilst my soul flies.
Copyright © Poetry Lover | Year Posted 2016
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Poetry Lover Poem
There was a little boy,
lost in his own lonely place.
Craving for a taste of joy,
whilst a mask covers his face.
He often bottles up his emotions,
desperately hoping the pain would fade.
His past was left unspoken,
yet he suffers with the mistakes he'd made.
Copyright © Poetry Lover | Year Posted 2016
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