"for poets doesn't live if they don't bleed ink on paper."
This is an anthology. All the poems are constructed in a free verse. It does not use consistent meter patterns, rhyme, or any musical pattern. It thus tends to follow the rhythm of natural...
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Here's what I didn't tell you when I left, I regret to know you. Cause you were such a thief, How can you steal something you can't hold into?
I saw you once in your school But I never paid attention I did notice you're a fool With those silly smiles, I didn't mention
But something came up, You're my best friend's cousin, what the fuck? She asked me how you looked, Of course, I didn't tell her the truth.
Yes, you look good and neat. Like how your curly hair bounces as you speak, And your brown eyes were beautiful too, I can't wait to be your boo.
Just kidding, don't be serious. Cause if you are, you'll look dangerous. But let me tell you this once, If you're reading this, give me a chance.
Gio, can you hold me again when I return? Hold my waist as you did before, Show me the smile of my home, Look at me like I'm someone you adore,
Let the crowd cheer for us once again, Let's pretend we never experienced pain, Let's laugh like we didn't separate, Follow me as if I am a bait,
Gio, can you spread your arms wide? Then I'll jump to you 'till we hit the ground, I'll whisper my feelings didn't die, I was lost, but now I am found.
If I have a chance to return home, Meet me when the skies are both orange and red. Where the sand meets the sea foam. Then do the promise you said.
But for now, let's just wait. Until something will connect our fate. And when you see me, Hold my hand and let's be free.
