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Hey I'm Kota. I'm just a person who likes poetry. I've been writing since ever. I put all my emotions into my poetry. But most of the time I feel as if my poetry is always at it's worst but there is that one every once in a while that I really like of my own. But I really don't care if they're good or not. I truly care about what it means. If its just put together and has no meaning then it's not poetry. Its just words put together. I believe real poetry comes from the heart and is full of passion. It has to have a story behind it that means something to you. Real poetry is of the heart and soul not the pen/pencil. If you'd like to know more just message me. |
You want my love,
but then you shoot me down...
Many fight to live
but many fall in battle...
Kiss me now kiss me then
Your lips so soft I need you again...
They ask me how I do it.
How do I be so brave...
Lost,
Alone...
He doesn't hide under my bed
Nor does he hide in my closet...
I Thought Eternally
With Out Answers...
Sometimes I want to bleed,
To feel the red running down my flesh...
How would you feel if...
Your father never wanted you...
Lost,
Alone...
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The most beautiful things are always hidden in the smaller print. Hidden away from first glance. And unknown to the one ment for the true message hidden inside another. |
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Just as I shall lie alone in the grave, so, in essence, do I live alone. |
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Life is gone and love is all we have left |