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I have no pockets
No luck left in my bucket;
Hope running out like a faucet;
Cup unsealed by my own asset
Yes, I wanted some
I dreamed terror be gone
But I have no pockets
So he called us done
He wasn't mine to keep
Got me crawling in such a heap
What's the feeling when you sleep?
Solace was never mine to reap
I have no pockets
But some girls do
Yet they have no clue,
How safe they are from blue
They know haven's place
Can keep their heart unfazed;
Best possessions at every pace;
Have weaved perfect lifelong lace
They give and give their all
Yet they never get to crawl
They have pockets;
Never been soggy nor small
Girls don't always get pockets
Like me, they beg for convenience
But why, some still have patience;
Ne'er complain, nor stay in silence
They speak, they fight;
Learnt to keep love in sight;
Have kept their lover in light
Despite having no pockets of blight
Love always spills as it should
I'd buy romance if I could
But I have no pockets
So I'll hide beneath my hood
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A Poet's Diary
PoetryShe doesn't simply cry when she's upset or disappointed, nor does she just smile all day when she finally get to grab that tiny bit of hope. It would be hard for her to talk about love just as simply as bringing up a favorite song, nor would it be e...
