#forbidden her

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cinder granite
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Not beautiful,
exquisite.
That is her anytime
she decides to visit
me in my head,
head and heart
I can't sleep in bed.
Because why would i
when i could stay up
and think about her.
Coffee in my cup,
bags under my eyes.
My heart is hers,
but it is not wise.
As i have to leave soon,
away from here and her..
But to the moon,
i will speak, hoping
she'll hear him repeat
the words with which i was choking
at the throat
and hope she wont read
the words about her that i wrote.

 -AW
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btw, AW is the way i sign my poems when i write them in my notebook but i do them in cursive, here they're just in capitals

twilit shore
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yo idk if it make sense but your poems are so pretty!! like the way you write them ig? or just the phrases

cinder granite
blissful cradle
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Aw.. I really love how you broke up the lines here to make each one very simplistic, it makes the poem as a whole very easy to digest (for lack of better wording). It has a very whimsical tone overall that I'm very much here for. Great poem.