Every time I wield the pen
I find myself bleeding
Into my work of art
Till I don't know where
I end and my words begin

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What do you see in
That smart phone
That you don't in me?
Could it be that she responds
To your every little touch?
Is it because she turns on
And off with a simple button?
Does she only show or say or do
What you want her to?
Now tell me who is really
The smart one here

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My heart dances
To the beat of your pulse
My eyes sparkle
To the words that you sing
My body moves
To the tune of your fingers
You give me
Life

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You are so
Full of yourself
Is there any place
Left for me?

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How lonely
It must be
To be the sun
You give others light
Yet burn those who
Come too close

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You kiss me
And your voice
Like growling honey
Drips down my throat
Till I'm sweetened by you

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Every time I fall
In love only to
Find it dead

Should I cut
The middle man and
Fall in depression instead?

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What do you call a textile entrepreneur?

Sultan of Strings.

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Light years fill up
Space between us
Lifetimes crawl till
Our orbits align and
I eclipse you with love
Till we part ways again
Strange that humans let
A few miles and borders
Tear them apart like
There was nothing
Left between them

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My heart broke
Yet again
And I heard
In the shatter
Echoes of
Lovers past
It seems the
Back of the mind
Leads straight
To the heart

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