You can be the Joker, I can be Harley.
I’d love to eat your heart out, and will never be sorry.
Looking for a pulse, but I’d rather find a heart-beat.
You look a bit like Ken, I guess I’ll look like Barbie.
When I grow up, I just wanna be your Baby.
Yes, no, maybe.
Be my Tramp, I’ll be your Lady.
When I grow up, I wish to be your victim.
Call you my addiction.
Just leave you in my system.
When I grow up, I want to be with you.
Cupid’s arrow shoots.
Walk into oblivion, then I will follow suit.
And if you ever died, I’d want to die too.
Will you be my Romeo, and hold me like I’m Juliet.
Yes, I’d have a crush on you if I weren’t out of school yet.
Gotta find my happy place, a good time’s just a cruel threat.
Drama doused in gasoline, not running out of fuel yet.
When I grow up, you will be my only.
Hold you closely.
I’ll make love to you slowly.
When I grow up, you'll be my redemption.
No exception.
Possess REAL love, not just another lesson.
When I grow up, I just want to be with you.
You’re Thing 1, I’m Thing 2.
Something loose inside my brain, it’s probably screws.
It’s okay to cry because I’ll likely cry too.
When I grow up, I'll always love you!
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Desmond Razzano
My name is Desmond, and I have a love and passion for writing of all kinds, especially poetry! Most of the content I write about reflects more of my experiences and my pain, and my joy! Every entry or story I post was written by me.
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Red Shelves
Death is a black hole. Think about it. A black hole is the corpse of a star, something once warm and bright, now come to the end of its life cycle. But some will argue that the cycle of life does not end with death. That death is merely another path we must walk once our bodies expire and our souls ascend. In that moment, when the fuel in the star’s chemical tank hits empty and the shiny matte coat explodes into supernova, the mass left behind – the corpse – becomes a black hole. We understand that, around such a vast cadaver, dimensions work a little differently in death to the way we’re used to in life. For example, light cannot escape the pull of a black hole when it hits the point of no return. That’s where it gets its colour. Space itself is contorted by a black hole. That’s where it gets its funny shape. Even time. Time slows right down the closer you get to it. The closer you get to a black hole. The closer you get to death.
By Matthew Curtis4 days ago in Humans
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