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I write poems about her and her disorienting beauty
to express how beautiful I think she is truely
But always my dizzy mind runs into insecurity
Who am I to say she is pretty, is it my duty?
She doesn't need my poem to know she is dumbfoundingly gorgeous
She doesn't derive legitimacy about her beauty from me, that's ridiculous
In fact her beauty speaks for itself
And she speaks for herself
Maybe I'm overanalyzing
Or maybe overthinking
I still want to express how I feel though
I still want to use metaphors and similes and analogies
To say that she is like a flower to which I have no allergies
But I also want to say she is like a kangaroo
Hopping around without a clue...
Never mind that makes no sense
She writes poems about me too you know
She also thinks I'm like a flower or kangaroo
That's what I care about
I care about her thoughts and her mind
So from where do I derive legitimacy to write this poem?
I derive it from her and her poem
I derive my thoughts and feelings and messed up description
From her insane incomprehensible words riddled with confusion
to express how beautiful I think she is truely
But always my dizzy mind runs into insecurity
Who am I to say she is pretty, is it my duty?
She doesn't need my poem to know she is dumbfoundingly gorgeous
She doesn't derive legitimacy about her beauty from me, that's ridiculous
In fact her beauty speaks for itself
And she speaks for herself
Maybe I'm overanalyzing
Or maybe overthinking
I still want to express how I feel though
I still want to use metaphors and similes and analogies
To say that she is like a flower to which I have no allergies
But I also want to say she is like a kangaroo
Hopping around without a clue...
Never mind that makes no sense
She writes poems about me too you know
She also thinks I'm like a flower or kangaroo
That's what I care about
I care about her thoughts and her mind
So from where do I derive legitimacy to write this poem?
I derive it from her and her poem
I derive my thoughts and feelings and messed up description
From her insane incomprehensible words riddled with confusion
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I Gave My Heart Away
I gave my heart away
to the boy
with rosy cheeks,
but he kindly
gave it back, saying
'It's not meant to be'.
I gave my heart away
to the boy
with big brown eyes,
and he gently
held it in his hands
and loved me by surprise.
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dreamergirl
The Last Time I saw you,
you were down in the dirt,
[literally] on hands and knees,
looking for the bit of magic
your father had promised was toiling
just underneath the surface.
You feel it, you whispered in
a cotton hush like the vibrancy
of your voice would intimidate the
dreams you scraped at beneath the
faultlines. Daddy never told a lie
[excluding the usual good things
come to those who wait, and 'tis better
to have loved and lost, and every end
is a new beginning]. You feel it,
you whispered, trembling at the hands
the same way you did for the Pills
that couldn't quite fix the Problem.
.
I never really understood all the ways
you
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love poem for a poet
and if you ever complain
of writer's block
I will hold you
your chest pressed to mine
close and warm and quiet
and trace every word
that's been eluding you
onto the blank page
of your back
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well good luck getting the lady and nice showing if it in words!