Write a poem about something you miss.
>>9376277
And remember what it felt like—
Alone in your room, Again, Again
Crucified martyr to saint tragic teenager—
Anything can be made sacred
If you see yourself as if watching a movie
Low Filter
Focus on Expression
And like a movie you are the star
And the audience fills your head
Feels what you feel
And without you there are only peripherals
Planets orbiting a space
Where the sun should be
And you find with yourself you are never alone
Squishy squashy face pup
Sized like a dainty tea cup
Goofball love from down below
Circling joy 'round my feet shows
Gentle snore all day and night
Never a bore, he was all right
Unconditional play and fun
I miss my pug-dog, hun
;_;
>>9376277
Cloven eyes, I rest
On your cupid-bow where
I lay down myself
Where i sleep, solve, sing of sadness
In the overgrown palace gardens, we played
Our promises of dark romanticism
Your paper-flowers still stands
On my shelf of my forgotten self
Something I miss
Hear, men of 4chan, how lucky you are
I had a thing I held so dear
With me when on bike or car
Always so, always so near
Like a Monk, I confess, yes I loved you
But friends, please, don't let it depress you
Cause what I miss?
Tis only:my diary desuidk english is not my native language
Her.
How kind you were to me
My darling Felicity,
Ruminating on the things
We used to say,
Oh, how we were very gay;
Now I'm left behind,
With barren furrows in my mind.
>>9376277
Innocence
Ignorance
You absolute asshole.
Why did you take it from me
And slather it all over the place?
Came here for fun.
Perhaps just for a thrill
And to see something new.
Never wanted you,
Never wanted you to show me,
Never wanted to see any of it.
It was intense and painful the first time,
Almost couldn't believe it,
Held my breath and
Kept coming back for more
Finally I loved it,
And felt so dirty,
And so good.
And now I know,
It was the fucking Jews.