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When every morning feels like a magnet;
Dragging me to nowhere but him
My lonesome days; he stole like a bandit
He would nigh near at every glorious brim
I've written not once, not thrice
Dearest lad, it's like I'm in a wondrous loop
That day — that precious day I was enticed
'Twas when my heart began to act like a stupe
No one has ever given me the best
Until you spoke to me through words in a poem
Since then, I have surrendered the rest
And relied on fate whichever led solemn
Dearest lad, my true solace
Every place is now a rendezvous
The arcade I whined, the streets you laughed
With you, I become quite valorous
I have marked those days unmatched
Your silent singing, those sneaky stares
To admire you means remain untouched
So wait for me below the stairs
It may take long until light years;
I may drive you insane amidst the rain
But you have owned all my drears
Dearest solace, shelter us from pain
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A Poet's Diary
PoetryWhen she first felt disappointment in herself, she hid. When she wanted to step out and give it a shot, she took the step. When she first felt rejection, she renounced his presence. When she wanted to show her hidden truths, she spoke. When the butt...
