when I write
I
do not think
of
you
i hate
pain
but
I'm writing
it
you are
my Poetry,
my world of
abstraction-
i do not
tell you everything-
(that's when you
forget to ask)
This is me-
i write everything in
my Poetry,
all the words
the lines
and the curves
yet
it's not my duty
to tell you
(you are not my master-
not even my slave)
my body-
my poetry
i offer these all to you--
(to my
Apollo,
and my
Aphrodite)
(One) True Love
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4 endeavored to criticize:
What sort of comment box is this? Yuck...
(to my
Apollo,
and my
Aphrodite)
huh? what's that? nice poem...guess some part are for me huh?
Shut up P. new comment box, hehehehe. :P
nice poem? yuck P... what is beauty? hahahaha
for you? yuck P, assuming... :P
Whatever...what is beauty? Its when you drown in someone's eyes and see nothing but her/him...poetic... :-p haha...that's beauty to me...
hahaha, yuck P... you call that Poetic?
i call that roamntic! :P
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