I still use paper and pen to write my poetry
I love the way my pen moves
Fast and sometimes slowly
On the white sheets of paper
can see my tears, my heart-shaped or slashes
With every emotion, I can express
So gracefully
I still use my paper and pen to write my poetry

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Mascara was running down my face
The feeling of emptiness embrace
How long was I crying
I don’t even know
It was becoming
A every day joke
But sometimes you need to
Cry so hard, my love
Cry, just cry
Tears dried up even
Now I knew
My heart was once’s
Again
Open

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New month
New goals
New me
This one I will
Hold inside me
So I can grow
Beyond my limits
And claim me
Once again

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Come
To me
My body craves
Your lips on me
Tonight
Your touch
Is all I
Need to make sinful
Pleasure

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You kissing my bare back
Your hands slowly moving
To my breast
Oh my! I can feel you from behind
Oh thats! how I like to wake up
In morning with you
Caressed with your lust
Cradled with your care

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Coffee thoughts

We have a war inside our minds every day!!

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Day 1

Coffee thought

So many thoughts but still feel empty

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You let your pain
bleed into paper
But
How do I erase
the stains
you left on my soul

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A fire ignited
Within that can only be
contained by your touch

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Smell of your Cologne
Still lingers on my body
Your eyes
I can still feel them on me
Your hand
Caressing my hair
Your smile,
Always takes my breath away
your heart
It belong to me
Like we have met before
In some other world
Some other time
We were together
You were mine and I was yours
But now we are apart
Living different lives
Where to you
I am nothing
But you still
Mean the world to me

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