Melanie Emikohe Poems

It feels like pain, it might be love,
punching the heart with holes
to breathe but too small to satisfy.
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I don't forget
the bland porridge we had,
that cold, stormy evening.
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Oh please,
Don't tap at my heart,
It's trying to go to sleep.
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His love got me sailing
But it's made of a paperboat;
Now soggy, dismembered...
Such love - a floating rubbish!
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the closer it gets to me,
gradually I disregard -
like expired paperdolls.
I advance too soon!
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A credit tastes sweet but once
when it's compact and fresh~
crispy bills out of nowhere
that salvages temporarily!
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Beauty is a disgust to him
whose days are troubled
with definite wanderings
among harbors and markets.
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Your face is daylight's offer,
blows flame to weary souls
frozen by forlorn sleeps.
A contagious smile cheers,
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Nobody talked about it;
the review page is empty.
I haven't read your name
before, nobody told me to.
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It appears easy, but not;
in spite of her bold displays.
Just some teasers for those
who think it's quicker to find
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