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Would it be
by Jay Gupta
Would it be ok if I took some of your time? Would it be ok if I wrote you a rhyme? Would it be ok if I opened my heart? Would it be ok if I took on the part Of being your man and showed you a view, One that only a real man could do? Would it be ok if I could make you smile? Would it be ok if I held you awhile? Would it be ok if I kissed your face? Would it be ok if I were to replace All the men in your past that just wouldn't do .
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Would it be ?
by Jay Gupta
Would it be ok if I took some of your time? Would it be ok if I wrote you a rhyme? Would it be ok if I opened my heart? Would it be ok if I took on the part Of being your man and showed you a view, One that only a real man could do? Would it be ok if I could make you smile? Would it be ok if I held you awhile? Would it be ok if I kissed your face? Would it be ok if I were to replace All the men in your past that just wouldn't do .
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Would it be ?
by Jay Gupta
Would it be ok if I took some of your time? Would it be ok if I wrote you a rhyme? Would it be ok if I opened my heart? Would it be ok if I took on the part Of being your man and showed you a view, One that only a real man could do? Would it be ok if I could make you smile? Would it be ok if I held you awhile? Would it be ok if I kissed your face? Would it be ok if I were to replace All the men in your past that just wouldn't do .
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Would it be ?
by Jay Gupta
Would it be ok if I took some of your time? Would it be ok if I wrote you a rhyme? Would it be ok if I opened my heart? Would it be ok if I took on the part Of being your man and showed you a view, One that only a real man could do? Would it be ok if I could make you smile? Would it be ok if I held you awhile? Would it be ok if I kissed your face? Would it be ok if I were to replace All the men in your past that just wouldn't do .
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Dull Skies
by AaR0meroLo
When the dull skies crept in, they veiled the brightness in my eyes. My will to love was obstructed by the same darkness that sealed my inevitable fate. I'll vulnerably admit that I continued to search for you despite the irrevocable truth. Despite the brisk and misty fog that made you vanish from my grasp, I continued to search for you in the lively crowded streets we once set foot upon. When you left my universe, my weary eyes turned grey, threatening to unleash a relentless downpour at the thought of your face. My anguish resembled a double edged sword, puncturing my dying heart with lethal jabs at every turn. I wish I knew how to satisfy my thoughts. I wish that our short-lived story ended at "the end". I wish the sky belonged to me, so that I can make it rain upon your glowing skin. Only then would you truly sense my sorrow. But wishing for ownership of the sky would be like wishing you'd belong to me. So instead, I'll stick to wondering if you think of me.
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Life
by baotrantong
Tears will never stopTill ego death arisesRefine me with loveTo cope with brutal life.
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by carriemasone
i'm not really comfortable
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Consume Myself
by ClaudeMonet
Oh, flesh! Why do you eat? We are one, yet you do not embody me We are one, yet you seek my destruction I feed my flesh to keep the peace I feed my flesh to be at ease But when I feed him my soul is seized  "Life is ephemeral," you speak  But time is the gatekeeper to a broader sea Your deceit can no longer appease Oh, Flesh! I wish to rid of you! With intricacy, we are bound! Timeless savior make us sound!
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Loveless
by AshlynneDietrich
Our fairytale so sinisterBegan so beautifullyA short but powerful gazeI was poisoned before I even drank itAnd when i so foolishly accepted your potionI was in so deep that Hell couldn’t reach meMy time ticked awayOn the watch in your handI am trappedLove has left me Compellingly redefine timely interfaces vis-a-vis proactive web-readiness. Objectively synthesize…
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by saurin
“Life before me? The play was that banal. And Aryan, poor boy, he was so dull.” Of course, that upset her, she’s smitten; I’ll show you the bad poetry she’s written. You want to help? Rhyme her something nice with seagull. I went backstage, he looked lustful. “I spoke with him, all he did was babble.” You think I’m unaware of this burden? We two are very close, I know very well her life before me. “Forget her, take my heed, you’ll be grateful.” We first met on a sultry night like this, one April; She kept talking about stars, all I did was listen. Over the years I've fallen for her passion. I want her to be mine but I’m not that cruel; If she won’t have me, I’ll just let her get back to her life before me.
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