Poems from matamata12

I’m a poet.. Metaphors are supposed to be my best friend And similes my family With them I can paint a picture with a single line. But...
I met an angel earlier in my lifeShe illuminated her own rays that gleamed beauty with every flickerShe had wings that were hand painted...
I'm afraid of waking up with amnesiaI don't want to forget a thing about youthe way you would rest your head on my chesthow your voice...
Its a sign of affection An act of trust Somehow its been abused and over used As an action triggered by lust Kiss after kiss Do you even...
stab push lift pour stab push lift pour a ghost of memories past a small boy no older than 12 he had curly black hair just like mine he...

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