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The Risks We Take With Friends

Peewee, who fancies himself kind,

Calls friendship the sharpest snare you'll find.

A philanthropist, he claims the cost

Of open trust is often lost.

 

“Loving’s a risk,” Peewee begins,

“No one wounds deeper than one you let in.

To give your heart is danger stark;

Few repay your light for their dark.”

 

For in the end, he’d come to learn,

That kindness, unreturned, ...

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Don't fall for someone

Don't fall for someone..
You will always break,
Don't fall for someone..
For yourself not to hate,
Don't fall for someone..
For your own sake

Love is beautiful if you are lucky,
But almost always it ends in misery.
Finding love and living happily is what you always see in movies,
But reality is not like the big screens.
Seeing the bright side, it's like butterflies,
But only after hea...

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Recharge

27.06.20 

Days spent doing nothing 
Are not a waste at all 
Time to replensh 
And let sparkle restore 

Charge your phone 
Charge your batteries 
Why not yourself?
So wrapped in productivity 
You forget to charge yourself

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Scars and Bruises

You always see

when people trip and fall 

face first onto a knee,

The shear panic of a red warm pool. 

People crowd and care, 

Rushing to rescue. 

 

Drip, drip, drip,

The skin now stained

seeping from veins,

Pumping like a bad memory,

Fixated on the blood

people forget the scars,

Not the one oozing with puss

but the one deep-rooted, 

Crying out for atte...

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Milestones

Lying here comforting my daughter of 9 months beside me, it suddenly occured to me that when she was born I was going to write more, start to share my work, use my time out of work to explore my poetry writing too. You know, all the usual gubbins, before the actual reality of having a newborn who doesn't sleep, has painful reflux and an older, teenage sister or whichever equivalents consume you.

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