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Whistling Fur
A Poem by
brucethemaster
Your fur whistled to me in plays Each line I heard was a fake script And every other word I couldn't quite understand It's okay because our senses ..
Family
A Poem by
brucethemaster
Family is just a meaningless word anymore A word that just escapes for nothing, but to bore Have you bitched about something today? Too much compla..
False Tells
A Poem by
brucethemaster
How do you know my life? When I didn't know you How do you know my thoughts? When you just recently stepped into view I just don't understand yo..
Unknown But Has A Name
A Poem by
brucethemaster
You went out like a little flame We couldn't feel your breathless pain Your loss is in our hearts forever And forever we'll hold you true We'll ..
And People Think I'm Going Crazy
A Poem by
brucethemaster
Journey through with me The fruit is bad Blacken forest Toddlers funning And people think I'm going crazy Follow me with evil The gun is jamme..
You'll Always Be My Dad
A Poem by
brucethemaster
That one day back in April When you took your last breath I never felt so empty and alone I knew I'd never see you again One last tear One last..
Resting Place
A Poem by
brucethemaster
Your resting place is under dirt and grass And I sit here on my living a*s One I watched suffer until the last breath The other never got to live a..
8 Years
A Poem by
brucethemaster
Eight years 2,922 days of pain Losing others like you is my everyday fear In my heart I keep you near My eyes saw you die At that moment I was ..
Your Words, My Mouth
A Poem by
brucethemaster
I use a line from your book for this moment I don't live your life But I've walked in your shoes Strangely your shoes share the same story as mine ..
To A Son
A Poem by
brucethemaster
In your small footsteps I place mine With your small hands They find their place in mine In your small, but growing mind A part of me you will ..
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