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.
Hey mum,
I got you (her) flowers,
What occasion?
It is (not) for you,
Put them in a (broken) vase,
I do (not) like them,
Their smell, so beautiful (toxic),
Roses are also (dreadfully) nice,
I dressed well for once,
Do you think that (she cares) matters?
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Author:
APB (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 2nd, 2026 19:59
- Category: Love
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Comments1
Here in this poem there is doubt as to are they really for mom or someone else and secondly if for mom is she dead. A good read
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