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I feel like I can't take it no more, here on the floor I lay,
My days, my nights, the moments of my life,
Lost their color, fade to grey…
Staring at this blank pice of paper,
I see my memories on rewind,
Starting then to write,
What I really feel inside…
I really do my best,
But it seems I just failed this life's test,
I'm nobody and like this I'll stay,
To get up there is no way…
So I spill my life on this page,
The only way to free myself,
From the frustration and rage,
I'll paint and write my memories,
While I'm trying to feel again,
The soft touch of the air's breeze,
But it seems like the time is frozen, all I feel is pain…
As I write,
For a short moment I've felt like everything was alright,
But then I woke up to the real life,
The dark, grim world,
Where I'm always wrong…
My days, my nights, the moments of my life,
Lost their color, fade to grey…
Staring at this blank pice of paper,
I see my memories on rewind,
Starting then to write,
What I really feel inside…
I really do my best,
But it seems I just failed this life's test,
I'm nobody and like this I'll stay,
To get up there is no way…
So I spill my life on this page,
The only way to free myself,
From the frustration and rage,
I'll paint and write my memories,
While I'm trying to feel again,
The soft touch of the air's breeze,
But it seems like the time is frozen, all I feel is pain…
As I write,
For a short moment I've felt like everything was alright,
But then I woke up to the real life,
The dark, grim world,
Where I'm always wrong…
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True love lasts a long time
Together they were walking. No destination in mind, just wandering the streets together.
Their hands were locked. Their fingers were intertwined, as they had been a million times before.
He turned his head to look at her. His eyes saw the familiar person next to him, she was more than just familiar to him.
A soft smile graced her lips. A smile he had seen so many times, but never seemed to lose its beauty.
Together they were walking. No destination in mind, just wandering the streets together.
He looked at her again. To the world she was imperfect, to him she was far from that
He thought about that morning. When he had awoken next to he
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Birth
Birth.
Legs and arms primitively jolt in all directions.
Two bodies intertwined via a maternal connection.
Tufts of hair randomly elevated above a glistening scalp.
A speechless room saturated in compassionate but customary doubts.
Squinted eyes adjust to the intrusive artificial light.
An assortment of ardent illustrations vaguely in sight.
A protruding belly with a crimson chord attached.
Conserved in an amniotic egg instinctively waiting to be hatched
Premature shrills depart from a pair of virginal lungs.
A new unsolicited, unwritten autobiography has just begun
To unfold into an eventful and noteworthy tale.
A stor
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When I think of you
I'll send you a message
from within my heart
I'll send you a message
whispering it in the dark
I'll send you a message
every time we're apart
I'll send you a message
stating some truth
I'll send you a message
with a bit of proof
I'll send you a message
when I need you near
I'll send you a message
when I'm in fear
It'll read as follows;
Baby I love you
baby I'm here
Baby with you
I'm never in fear
And at the end I'll add;
I'm sorry
I can't do this
you make me feel stupid
I loved you, it's true
but I get sick now
when I think of you
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This is very deep ,love this poem