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I have no pockets
No luck left in my bucket;
Hope running out like a faucet;
Cup unsealed by my own assetYes, I wanted some
I dreamed terror be gone
But I have no pockets
So he called us doneHe wasn't mine to keep
Got me crawling in such a heap
What's the feeling when you sleep?
Solace was never mine to reapI have no pockets
But some girls do
Yet they have no clue,
How safe they are from blueThey know haven's place
Can keep their heart unfazed;
Best possessions at every pace;
Have weaved perfect lifelong laceThey give and give their all
Yet they never get to crawl
They have pockets;
Never been soggy nor smallGirls don't always get pockets
Like me, they beg for convenience
But why, some still have patience;
Ne'er complain, nor stay in silenceThey speak, they fight;
Learnt to keep love in sight;
Have kept their lover in light
Despite having no pockets of blightLove always spills as it should
I'd buy romance if I could
But I have no pockets
So I'll hide beneath my hood
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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...