Odds and evensA Poem by mendedwords
Uplifting as it is the streets reak
Of bleak, lively souls burry soil The young men grow to be like father Emotional interests serenaded with poison. Yeah your right every corner holds memories; summers and half price ice cream. But fireworks of July even fade, Truth is never concrete, we are building around this, but this is the heart We remain its dying palse. © 2014 mendedwords |
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Added on January 13, 2014 Last Updated on January 13, 2014 AuthormendedwordsVandalia, OHAboutI am a recent college grad who has developed a passion for writing over the past few years, my goal is to find out who I am as a writer and to one day have my poetry published. more..Writing
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