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These poets and their metaphors lied to me/ you never felt like a mountain I wished to climb/ or a stream I would let myself float in/ or a scent I was dying to bottle in/ these poets lie when they talk of love.

Vesmir

Isn’t this loneliness a strange poetry? you want everyone to read, but you are never willing to write it down.
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Down Lonely Poetry Strange Write Yourself
I remember my mother whispering me every night, if you don’t hold that little light inside you, the universe will let go off the hold of you.
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Let Go Light Mother Myself Night Remember Universe Yourself
You don’t know how to love, so you give it all. But isn’t that how one should love? by giving all of it.
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Deep Love Yourself
So, what ruined you? -hope.
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Hope Ruin Yourself
I am trying to talk about love without biting my tongue.
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Bite Love Myself One Liner Tongue Try
I’m still figuring out, how to talk about how I feel- which is a lot.
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Feel Lot Myself Talk
But fear is love that has been convinced that it never belonged.
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Belong Convince Deep Fear Love One Liner
And nothing that will be touched, even with the tiniest of love, shall continue to live the same.
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Live Love Touch
All this sadness longs to be touched.
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Sad Touch
Hope has never looked the same twice. Pain has never looked the same twice. Love has never looked the same twice.
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Hope Look Love Pain Twice
I am not home for somebody else’s trauma.
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Home Myself Trauma
Those that are drunk in love, shall forever talk to the moon.
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Drunk Forever Love Moon Talk
Growing flowers on your tongue/ won’t make those lies/ any sweet/ saying that you still/ love me/ won’t make this/ broken trust/ change how it feels.
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Break Change Feeling Flower Growth Lie Love Relationship Sweet Tongue Trust
These poets and their metaphors lied to me/ you never felt like a mountain I wished to climb/ or a stream I would let myself float in/ or a scent I was dying to bottle in/ these poets lie when they talk of love.
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Bottle Climb Death Float Lie Literature Love Metaphor Mountain Myself Poet Scent Stream Wish Yourself
If not love, then we have to survive it.
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Love Survive
Too many of us have grown up just too early.
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Early Growth Myself Yourself

These poets and their metaphors lied to me/ you never felt like a mountain I wished to climb/ or a stream I would let myself float in/ or a scent I was dying to bottle in/ these poets lie when they talk of love.

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These poets and their metaphors lied to me/ you never felt like a mountain I wished to climb/ or a stream I would let myself float in/ or a scent I was dying to bottle in/ these poets lie when they talk of love.

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