Romantic Poems

My skin grows thicker
I have already left my tears to the cloud
a grumbling full of anger, don't know whom for
one explosion buzzing.
Left me in the odd shaking

The dark shape on my side,
holding tight my pain,
moaning together
with my anxious step climbing the hill
I steal the star
then I put it in the pocket of my jacket.
The wind brings the message of the dream hunter
my face gets tough

Slap me once,
I'll beat it.
just hit me by your hand,
or use the broom to hit me.

Just slap me once,
or show me where to buy tears!
what am I waiting for??
don't i have to leave??

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anywhere, anywhere, out of this world...