The first one is an attempt at a song, please be kind
as I am not a musician in the slightest lol. Hope you enjoyDarling, Dearest, Sweetheart, Love
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My darling, my dearest, my sweetheart, my love
You're gone forever and I am still here
Waiting for my dearest dearI'll love you forever my sweet
Perched on a bench with a pen in hand
Scribbling away my thoughts so I might
Know peace of mindMy darling, my dearest, my sweetheart, my love
My flowers are withered and I am still here
Waiting for you no more no moreMy heart is shattered and I am not yours
No longer for I have grown
So long my dear, my sweetheart, my doll
I'll build my home all alone
I needed you then and I cared
Now I care not for I am free
My strings are gone and now I breatheMy darling, my dearest, my sweetheart, my love
I'll watch thee leave one more time
Then I'll close the door and lock my heart
And bury the key so you cannot seeClothing Bags
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Five bags filled with clothes and shoes
Remnants of deceased past selves
Years and personalities tucked awayStrolled down the street,
Scorching sun on my bleaching hair
Fought the rusted textile bin and tossed the bags
Five brimless bags filled with memories goneBut not forgotten
Second Star to the Right
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Never made it to the Wonderland
Missed my exit by the second star
Never it made it to MotherlandSat in a rocket many a times, but never arrived
Didn't take the second star to the right
Didn't take the roundabout or ignite the brake light
Sorry Neverland was deprivedBut if I make it to the Motherland,
I'll see you all with Peter
But if I survive tonight, dearest,
I'll see you in the morrowHaven't gotten to Wonderland yet,
Second Star to the right still amiss
One day I'll see Neverland,
And show what it means to be spearedTo be spared, to be spared, to be spared
To be sparedFootnotes and Streaks
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Used to dedicate books to you
Praise your name and polish it to shine
Now you're thankful for footnotes
And I accept the streaks silentlyInnocent, oblivious and cad
Prancing without thought, care or sentimentBurned the dedications today and tossed the coin
Turns out it finally landed, tails side upEven Sisyphus left
Eternal damnation just wasn't for usNow you have footnotes
And I have Snapchat streaksWhat I Showed Ye
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Dearest, did you really think you could destroy me?
Showed you my pain, trauma, fears and hurt
But never where my killswitch resides
Showed you how to love me, but y'dinna careCalled me paranoid for hiding,
But turns out it was justified
Now you can't hurt me because I hid
And you cared not to seek
YOU ARE READING
Saudade
PoetrySaudade /saʊˈdɑːdə/ noun: saudade; plural noun: saudades (especially with reference to songs or poetry) a feeling of longing, melancholy, or nostalgia that is supposedly characteristic of the Portuguese or Brazilian temperament A gathering of my po...