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Remembering my best friend, my first love. Again
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Late night thoughts
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because my thoughts are all over the place
because there's a soft white cloud that wants to whisk me away
because there's a river that flows in you
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Bitter: (adjective) painful or unpleasant to accept or contemplate; not sweet |
Sweet: (adjective) fresh, pure, and untainted; pleasing in general; d..
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It's dark again,The sun has gone down.The lights are all off,And there's not a sound.I whisper to mommy,Can we turn on the lights?No, my dear child,We..
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Staring out of the window,My mind is drifting off.I can hear the rain,I can feel the wind.I'm thinking about you,Distracted by thoughts of you.My hear..
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my head resting on your legyour hand stroking my hairthe white snow falling outsidecreating a winter wonderlandyour eyes are locked with mineyour gaze..
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Not really a poem as such. Just trying to piece my thoughts and emotions together.
Don't hate.
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Story for an assessment.
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I stand in this cemetery,In front of your lonely grave.In my hand I hold a red rose,A rose for you.It's okay to cry today,To let the pain engulf me.It..
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