Charnen Postrano Poems

As I walked the halls with a frowning face.
I started thinking of how we should've dance with grace.
As the time past by I am slowly losing chances.
Should I give up? Or should I stay like this forever?
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Thee be the one whom is treasured for a long time.
For he, is loved by a poet whose inks are tide.
My love for thee is like a never-ending battle.
Battle for life; a battle for love.
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Everyone is appreciating the moon; here I am, appreciating the stars.
Stars that shine on its own, twinkling at its finest besides the glowing moon.
My eyes twinkles along with the stars, not minding the crowd less mound.
For it can never pull me towards the crowded waters in the Nile.
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'mi amor' a Spanish word for my love.
A love that can change the world and the men
Even the said song; sang by group of dove.
Endlessly dancing—ought to stay at dim.
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As I sat on top of the chair,
I didn't realize that I was fading,
My body is slowly diverting into a soul that the naked eyes can't see.
Pain, heavy eyes, shredded heart; eating my system into the ground.
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I hereby declare that my love for thy is the truth;
Absurd only in the eyes of the peasants in this kingdom.
A love so sweet like a fantasy, dancing with the fireflies with my prince.
In love, we were so in love, that the witches were jealous.
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I love tulips, yes, I do. I love the scent of the flower everytime it touches my nose.
But everytime I try to hold one I bleed and I don't even know why.
It's just so sad to think that it can hurt me badly, even if the flower doesn't have any thorns that I could prick.
The soft stem of the tulip is hurting me and I don't know why.
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I've always wanted to approach someone in a room,
I've always wanted to scream the words to someone in a room,
I've always wanted to say something to someone in a room,
I've always wanted to be someones' solace in a room.
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Have you ever wondered how lines are formed?
A line that is placed on a person's canvas,
A line that is owned by a line artist's canvas.
His a professional in lines, and it's not even his profession.
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I'M SORRY, I LOVE YOU

I fell into a trap in the wilderness.
Broke my bones and was full of bruises.
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