Jayson Klarian Cortez Poems

Amuse me, my jester, I love when you maunder.

Diminish my boredom through silly gestures and jokes.
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Whilst pain festers in ones heart, the soul remains tainted with sorrows.

Pitiful feelings arise, the heart swallows all in.
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When one is gone,

When all goes dark.
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I don't want to be a butterfly.

Not just yet
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Mara Mae

But a humble fae
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Everyone has someone close it seems

That one person they think of by day
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Youth curate dreams

Dreams to imagine
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I write not for fame

I write not for recognition
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