Take me.
Kiss my soul.
Tell me "you're okay"
Listen my wheeps.
Paint my soul.
Stay to my side.
And let me pretend you're still alive.
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A collection of poems by a non-poet
PoetryThis is my pain, my happiness, my hopes and my desire to be heard.
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Take me.
Kiss my soul.
Tell me "you're okay"
Listen my wheeps.
Paint my soul.
Stay to my side.
And let me pretend you're still alive.
