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jreeves<3

Feb 2, 2022

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I don’t know what to say,

When all I do is stutter.

I try to talk, but in the end I pay,

So I just look down and mutter.

If I could talk,

I would say all the forgotten words in my mind.

I would say that I love your smile,

Or that I know what your favorite flower is.

A yellow rose, because it reminds you of your childhood dreams.

I would tell you that I can’t wait to see you again,

Maybe I’d even tell you that I’ve fallen the slightest bit in love with you.

No, that’s a lie.

I’m head over heels for you.

Every beat of my heart longs to sync to yours,

I want to hold your hand and tell jokes just to see that smile alight your lips.

Alas, I can’t.

Cause all I do is stutter,

So I just look down and mutter.

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Table of Contents

#8 Why'd You Leave Me?

#9 Bleeding Hearts

#10 Blue Eyes

#11 Poisoned Love

#12 Tainted Innocence

#20 If I Were To Die Today

#21 Issue 21

#22 Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder

#23 My adventure

#24 Nothing But dreams

#25 The horror of my love

#26 kaleidoscope

#27 Thinking

#28 I just want you

#29 These Words Burned My Throat

#30 I stand in silence in a world full of you

#31 In Lana We Stand

#32 Irrevocably and hopelessly addicted to you

#33 Can you stitch me up?

#34 Oh God i'm in love

#35 The art of one night stands

#36 I think i'm done

#37 Red nail polish

#38 Desire to rest

#39 In my divorced dads playlist era

#40 My golden god

#41 False Idol

#42 I think there's a toad in my throat

#43 Ought to try

#44 Think of me as often as I do you

#45 Just fucking get out of my head already

#46 My supernova

#47 I need to stop thinking of you

#48 Turned twice away but back again

#49 Lust or Love

#50 Untitled

#51 My sneakers are rotting and tearing at the seams

#52 October, November, December

#53 If I stop, how will I ever move again?

#54 Stringing me along

#55 his little lost love of mine

#56 sweetened despair

#57 To the bugs living rent free

#58 A thief of hearts

#59 The righteous path to girlhood is by fatherly neglect

#60 This Is The Last Poem

#61 That wasn't the last issue

#62 I fear a burnout grows near

#63 Fairy Wine

#64 i can't stop writing poetry cause bad things keep happening

#65 A room that is no more

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