Plea Poem, by APB, at My poetic side

Notice of absence from Alex PB
Writin' more and more poems is my job,
I shall write when Shakespeare is back.

I plea, like a little boy, to see you,

A photo or moment in time to feel you,

A photo can tell a whole story,

A video estranges you,

I am on my knees and it feels bad,

Knowing you don't know you know me sad,

I am a whore attention,

Getting used to you is new to me,

I feel like I speak too much,

I feel like I talk too much,

And in return I don't even get an image of you,

I don't know what I get,

Sometimes flirting with alcohol is an escape,

Messing with the cousin of death feels familiar,

My emotions make my stomach dance,

But also churn,

Show, not tell,

Hurt, don't love,

Pain is a gain,

Pain gets rid of migraines,

I plea.

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