I Cannot Write Poetry

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I’ve tried to write poetry, but I find it hard to do,
I’d like to say in pretty words, just what I think of you.
And what I would like to say, would be something like this:
You make my heart run wild, with just one little kiss.
When I am holding you close, my heart beats like a drum,
And the sparkle in your eyes shines brighter than the sun.
The tenderness of your lips, is much safer than air,
And there is nothing to match the beauty of your hair.
This love I have for you, I cannot tell of its worth,
Itt means so much to me, it equals nothing on earth.
For the feeling that it brings, I have never felt before,
The pleasure and joy only makes me want you more.
But I cannot write poetry, I find it so hard to do,
So for now I will simply say: I love you.
I’ve tried to write poetry, but I find it hard to do,
I’d like to say in pretty words, just what I think of you.
And what I would like to say, would be something like this:
You make my heart run wild, with just one little kiss.
When I am holding you close, my heart beats like a drum,
And the sparkle in your eyes shines brighter than the sun.
The tenderness of your lips, is much safer than air,
And there is nothing to match the beauty of your hair.
This love I have for you, I cannot tell of its worth,
Itt means so much to me, it equals nothing on earth.
For the feeling that it brings, I have never felt before,
The pleasure and joy only makes me want you more.
But I cannot write poetry, I find it so hard to do,
So for now I will simply say: I love you.
A sweet treat using buy-up staples.
Tired from being told what to do. I am tired of love, tired of being deemed guilty, tired of my own remorse. I am tired of my own self-doubt, my own shadows and especially tired of my own face.
Hate’s a strong word, but for you it’s reserved. I hate what you’ve taken from me, my parents, my childhood and my glee.
My blue eyes look so drained, but I’m strong, I’ll make it through.