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I find myself missing you more every day. What have you done to my heart to make me feel this way? I miss the sound of your voice and keep every ..

Voices turn from low murmurs to angry shouts. Happiness in a room is replaced by a dark cloud of anger. Tempers flare, egos are bruised, self-es..

Roses are red Violets are blue I didn't have a clue to how you felt about me until you said: I love you. Now you've turned my world upside down..

More of a story rather than a poem even though it reads as a poem.

She walks the earth alone. Doomed to an endless life. One of the undead for enterinty. She is lonely and has tired of the thirst for human blood..

The evening sky is a pale grey and the temperature is steadily falling. Bugs are flying around irritated as a gentle rain begins to fall on the ear..

H- is for all the hugs in the world that you deserve. A- is to show how much appreciation I have for you. P- is for the pride you have in me. P- is..

H- is for all the hugs and love you gave to us children. A- is for how much we appreciate all you did for us. P- is for the patience you showed. P-..

It is a lazy spring day and all is quiet as the clouds begin to gather and time slowly passes. Children are no longer playing outside ..

This is for everyone that has made some sort of mistake in their life.