Poems from dreamingpoet

He was lost in the labyrinth of his own mind Navigating his path with blindfolded eyes Afraid about whatever he might find Trying to uphold...
The little girl looked at her reflection Perfecting an exquisite facade   The young girl looked at her reflection Poking at her chubby...
Her footsteps are made of fire They leave burnt tracks in her w a k e . . . .   Her footsteps are made of fire A map of where to follow...
She looks at me Smiling I return it We bump arms My heart skips Hers does not I’m her friend She is mine too But not She cares I care more...
Rain pouring A darkness setting Over the world An invisible force Stealing all of the happiness          -c.h.h.b  

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