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In a nutshell, Behind the armour And the glossy edge, There is a soft centre. Many choose to pierce the outer shell Just to taste the sweet inside. Although it ...

Hiding behind those brown brown eyes. Whisper in the snow drowning in The silence that sticks to you Like toffee. wandering, oh

Her lips They burn That old familiar taste; Too bad My words Have all yet gone to waste. My hands Her sides While lying waist to waist . That look ...

Breathe Raw and beautiful I take in a breath of ripe air and slowly release it out through my mouth. Somewhere a distance away you do the same, apart from ...

No One Have you ever felt like some one was watching you? staring right at you, but know one is there? feelings,being scared,whose there? stalker, you turn no ones there! ...

Thinking? Lay there, think, think deep inside Do you fail to abide by the countless tries and tears you have cried with the endless ties and thoughts you hide Staying ...

Please come Back I love you I mean it I'm sorry I am sorry you don't feel the same way and you don't have the burden of knowing someone feels ...

Love Love is a strong word It takes a lot to say "I love you" It takes a lot more to say "I love you" and truly mean it It ...

Wouldn't it be simple Wouldn't it be simple: The soprano song of tick and tock Joining low, the grandfather clock. Foam caps dancing on hungry sea Woofwoofdog and buzzbuzzbee. Shard ...

.:: Your Heart ::. our heart is a fragile part of our life It is like this side up with arrows or , caution fragile Some are danger stay away,

Falling in Love with Parades, Military Marches and the Girl in number 23 King George Street By: Dan Sanders *This is a composite poem* Do you remember that day in ...

When I called You did not come, You chose to sit, Made me feel glum. When I cried, You could not see, Why I was letting, It all get to ...

how to begin a poem when the subject no longer exists? so your fatalistic penchants, pretty gin-soaked boy, taste of snow and apples on my tongue. so you darkened my ...

I know it's irritating when poems are untitled but I honestly don't know what it should be- anything I come up with is too cheesy or obvious so suggestions are ...