Maitanah Adrian Poems

I am as alone as a matchstick
In a box full of matches...
I sometimes imagine getting out of the box,
Lighting myself up
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Makeup and fake butts
Are all a form of art.
If you look just at that
To define beauty- alas!
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Why? I asked God,
Must we breath the same air
As the ones who broke our hearts?
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Feeling cold in my blankets i shivered
Wishing i wasn't the only one on this tiny bed
But I was the only one, no options do i get
So i told myself of how they were perfect- my blankets.
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