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I’m Better Off Alone

You see I’d like to find someone to share this life we all live

But I don’t want just anyone, this love is not easy to give.

If it’s the wrong fit, then I’d rather spend my life alone

Than choose to be with the wrong one, I’d rather be left unknown.

I do not rush to things such as the matter of the heart

Because when it hurts I easily fall apart.

So if I don’t entertain your advances,

I don’t go with your pick lines or your subtle glances,

It’s because I see you as the wrong fit

And I’m better off alone than settle and just sit.

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The problem is…

…it just can’t be
Even if I or you would want for it to be
Now is not the time,

But like before, I waited
Though the end was not as happy
I know there was a reason

With you, it may be the good wait
And so I will
Until it’s time

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The Wrong One

I’d like to think he was not a mistake
Only a lesson learned all too well
We talk about the right one but never the wrong man

I jumped aboard thinking he would too
But he left me hanging in the blue
I was over the moon and beyond
While he was nowhere to be found

I cried for help, my heart bled
All my reasoning capacity from my mind fled
He was wrong in many ways
But I saw what others didn’t, or so I thought that day

After what seems like forever, the lesson is almost over
Pieces of my heart I have recovered
I will graduate soon and I aim it would be with flying colors

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My Stubonr (stubborn) Pen

my pen does not know how to write.

it keeps spelling words wrongly, ugh….I meant incorrectly

and has a bad taste for grammar, (see what I mean?)

it does not write when I want to,

it just stares blankly at the paper.

“Write something, come on, write something”, I keep teling (telling) it

but no matter what I do, it won’t budge.

and when it finally wants to write,

it…blah bla blobs…writes nonsense, as what you’ve just seen

my pen is crazy, I think it’s possessed

it’s supposed to ooze with idea, yet it’s the reason why I’m having a writer’s block

I have a lot of ideas, but my pen just won’t right….hmmmm, write

I’m not sure if you can call this a poem

I’ll write better once my pen functions properly

 

stubborn pen!

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The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveler, long I stood

And looked down one as far as I could

To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,

And having perhaps the better claim

Because it was grassy and wanted wear,

Though as for that the passing there

Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay

In leaves no step had trodden black.

Oh, I marked the first for another day!

Yet knowing how way leads on to way

I doubted if I should ever come back.  

I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.

– Robert Frost