Notice of absence from Alex PB
Writin' more and more poems is my job,
I shall write when Shakespeare is back.
Writin' more and more poems is my job,
I shall write when Shakespeare is back.
Why won't you let me tell you I love you?
Why won't you let me hold your hand?
Why won't you let me be your love?
Why won't you let me know if you're scared of me?
Are you scared of love?
Why won't you let me have your problems?
Why won't you let me into your world and mind?
Why won't you let me hold you?
Why won't you let me put a spell on you?
You're worth it,
And when the drums stay low,
The trumpets will pillow talk.
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Author:
APB (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: To die by your side, is such a heavenly way to die.
- Category: Love
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Comments1
Questions unanswered but being unanswered is the answer. A very good write
Thank you 🙂
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