Its your duty to beat beauty.
Moody?
Complete and repeat.
The sheet is sweet, greet and delete.
Obsolete.
You've been mistreated?
"Yes."
When?
"Now."
Chow down the wow.
Bow down and allow them to be wowed.
He who is thee.
They agree to disagree?
Flee from the plea.
Is it suitable to be beautiful?
Always mutable.
Inscrutable.
Is it unsuitable of me that I cannot see what you see in me?
There are three of you in the sea.
Don't you see the key?
You're looking, but you're not seeing.
Being able to feel,
I'd rather leave unspoken, then broken.
The token is to be spoken to.
The devotion, so much commotion.
Such in touch.
You've been punched.
The blush is fake.
Shake the snake away.
Today is the day to display the truth.
Its smooth to improve.
This afternoon its been introduced that the fruit-
The fruit is immune.
Exclude and consume.
Perfumes in the tombs, it dooms and glooms.
Cocoons ready to hatch.
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Poems by me
PoetryNO COPY RIGHT WHAT SO EVER I for one, have been in love with writing poetry since I was younger, I just could never seem to get what I need to feel to say. I've recently written some new poems and I'm deciding if I should post them or not. What do...
