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  • pranat03 69w

    you are a novel
    i want to take
    forever to
    read, know you
    word by word,
    learn where you
    put punctuations,
    a line each day,
    every last detail,
    cherish your
    chapters as they
    come, good and bad,
    leave no page unread,
    and, finish together,
    when ruggedly old
    and drunk, with
    nothing left
    unloved.

    ©pranat03

  • pranat03 69w

    it is hard to put
    someone into
    a poem and
    restrain
    them
    to words, who all
    their life had
    been utterly
    wild and
    free.

    ©pranat03

  • pranat03 69w

    poets are like
    stars, they
    struggle,
    they collapse,
    but they continue
    to shine even long
    after they die.

    ©pranat03

  • pranat03 70w

    musty smell and
    cigarette smoke,
    a grumpy old piece
    of metal which once
    was a typewriter and
    smelt of her, now all
    the letters which
    constitute her
    name are worn
    out and the
    keys are
    jammed.

    ©pranat03

  • pranat03 70w

    and what
    they fail to
    notice is that
    she was
    gone long
    before she
    cut her skin.

    ©pranat03

  • pranat03 70w

    she
    knows
    of love
    from all
    the people
    who couldn't
    love her in the
    way she deserves.

    ©pranat03

  • pranat03 71w

    it is kind of beautiful
    how i am learning
    to make fire in
    this snowy
    evening,
    and you are
    standing nearby,
    smiling, writing i love
    you on the windshield.

    ©pranat03

  • pranat03 71w

    we are lying
    in the graves
    of people we
    were never
    supposed to
    become.

    ©pranat03

  • pranat03 72w

    the stars
    blinked
    a little
    brighter
    everytime
    she smiled.

    ©pranat03

  • pranat03 72w

    if not for
    these words
    poets would be
    choking themselves
    to death.

    ©pranat03