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Oh, darling, you fell in love with a girl not worth loving.

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The opening chords of our rhapsody, lulled me into a state of bliss, as the glistening sunrise in your eyes, intoxicated my soul, drew me in.
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Chord Music Myself Open Rise Soul State Sun Yourself
Is it a blessing or is it a curse, to feel everything so deeply.
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Blessing Curse Emotion Feeling
When words fail, tears well.
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Failure One Liner Tears Word
Vibes change, connections break.
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Break Change Connection One Liner Vibe
Writers block grappled our souls, we fought back with our words.
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Ourselves Soul Word Writing
To the flamboyant boy from my school, I realize now you’ve always been cool.
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Boy Cool Realization School Yourself
I wish I had said no, the day you asked for my number, but I was young, dumb and numb, looking for a harbor of harmony, to mend my shattered soul.
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Day Dumb Harmony Myself Numb Number Phone Relationship Soul Young
Posts after posts I scroll, trying to find inspiration to write, or maybe just looking for a will, to kick away the laziness, and get off this state of mind, but nothing happens, as I scroll on and on, with the clock ticking, I scroll my life away.
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Inspirational Life Mindset Myself Post Writing
I think I’ve mastered the art, of taming my wild heart, now my heart doesn’t flutter, thinking about you.
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Art Heart Master Tame Thinking Wild Yourself
Paper and pen petrify me, for they pierce right through me, drawing deep blue blood, leaving me utterly cold.
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Blood Cold Paper Pen
Your artful hands, hold my delicate heart, tenderly gaze at it, as if its an art.
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Art Hands Love Myself Relationship Sight Yourself
Am I just a overthinking maniac? Or am I the girl that got left behind?
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Girl Leaving Myself Thinking
I miss you, I still do, It’d be weird not to. For once upon a time, I was yours and you were mine, through sparkles and grime.
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Missing Myself Time Weird
You’re a patched tapestry, of deep childhood trauma’s, and unkept promises.
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Childhood Promise Tapestry Trauma Yourself
If this was my last poem I’d dedicate it to myself.
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Dedication Myself Poem Self Love
Your eyes met mine, and we know our story, from beginning to the end, all things said and unsaid.
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Beginning Break Up End Eyes Ourselves Relationship Story

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