I realized that I can’t be still for long
If I am I get bored as fuck
And start imaging wild and horrific and wondrous shit
Until I start to believe it
Like the other day, I believed that
You loved me
Then today I thought you didn’t
And somehow it mattered what I thought
You see what I am getting at?
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Author: annieepoetry
I am poet. I am woman. I write with my thumbs.
Read my poems. Tell me what You think. You may find the love poem you always thought someone wrote for you. Or the one you meant to write
But
Becareful
lovers tell zingers and often break hearts
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