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Blossoming remorse Sage scented lies Blank minds begging to be divorced from themselves Discouraged by the aroma of the room. Declining souls mourn for deciphering
Did she hide because she was scared? What was she scared of? Did she even know? Was she jealous? Of what? What do I have that she doesn’t?
Poetry, poetry, poetry. You are far different from a tale. You are the only thing stopping me from telling this world "Farewell". Although I typically talk to very few, you my friend, have made me anew.
We all start off pure: a baby, knowing nothing about the world around us. We are very sheltered at this time, thinking no one could do us harm. Some, sooner than others, realize this is not true.
Dear Rose, I wonder who you will be Whether I will find you in a library Or a classroom Or online I wonder whether I will approach you then
Thank you, sir, for your service. You changed the world for so many. You help to give us the right to deciede. You made love obtainable for so many again. The red, white, and blue
Dear Home, Every time, I march out the front doors of the airport, Gazing over the crowd of families, Tears trickle down my cheeks,
I want to live forever! I want to live forever To see the alien skies of bended spaces To write down the Theory of Everything To build a body for the aeons
O say can you see What our country could be? What so proudly we hailed Has been desperately assailed. Founded on freedom's hope Now we can barely cope With racism and debt,
In the winter, as everything dies, A child is born. In the winter, as everything ceases, A child grows.
She has passion in her eyes While she tries not to cry The cold hard floor has become her friend again She can not practice through the pain
Feel the cold against your skin, The want of something warm to burrow in, Today wasn’t a good day, was it? I know you want to hide,