Poems from elegantwords
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I know not poetry.
I know not rhythm or rhyme.
I am not skilled in the art of coquetry.
I'm not famous for the running speed of mine.
I am not fast nor am I slow.
I can read a thousand books, yet there is still so much to know.
I can write a pretty good story, but there are those who still surpass mine.
I can draw a beautiful heart, but someone else may have a straighter line.
I am not the best nor the worst.
Still, I shouldn't say such things, of course.
But, when I feel the need to please
I work hard to put others at ease.
I know not poetry. I know not rhythm or rhyme. I am not skilled in the art of coquetry. I'm not famous for the running speed of mine. I...
Death is kind. Death is quick. Death is colorblind. Death is a warm embrace.
Death is something I once yearned for in an unholy matter....
Listen to me cry out.
Can't you hear my tears or is my smile too loud?
Listen to the creak of my heart.
Can't you hear it breaking from...