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If there’s never been a restraining order, it ain’t love.
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This heart. It’s broke. I don’t want it anymore.
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With her, the world becomes art.
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Art Herself World
Sometimes there are no words. Sometimes, it’s just poetry.
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Love lives. and dies. as fast as butterflies.
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Poems are a nice way of saying fuck you.
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Always falling but not for anything.
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There’s a strange beauty in her. She shines like hell.
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Beautiful Hell Herself Shine Strange
Summer looks the same. But last summer she loved me.
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Couple Love Myself Relationship Summer
We search for meaning. And destroy it.
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She’s no rose. But in her I see the beauty of thorns.
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I hated you. and you hated me. But we called it love.
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Hate Relationship Yourself
She was simple. Like a poem, and always dressed in sunshine.
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There’s this thing that hurts inside me all the time. Because I know what’s coming.
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Hurt Myself Time
Late nights. Poetry. Cigarettes. and a wounded heart, trying to forget you.
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Forget Heart Night Poetry Try Wound Yourself
Break me. Until there’s nothing left and I’ll be free.
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Break Freedom Myself
True love is letting her know that her ass really does look fat in those jeans.
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It’s funny how love fades, and they become more than a poem about yesterday.
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She’s like a jar of butterflies, waiting to be opened.
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Butterfly Herself Open Wait
Lets die. Alone. Like we always do.
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Break Up Heart Herself Summer
She was an artist on top of me, and soaked my sheets with poetry.
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Artist Myself Poetry Sex
Romance is a dream. I can get better shit at the liquor store.
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Alcohol Dreams Myself Romance
She was only a collection of flaws and she was beautiful.
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Beautiful Collection Flaw Herself
Sometimes I wonder if these rain soaked shoes will get me home.
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Home Myself Rain Shoes Time Wonder
She wanted love. So I fed her, inch by inch.
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I liked her simplicity. She wanted coffee and orgasms.
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