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I would often sit in my wheelchair Stare out the window
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mom said she never loved you.
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mom said she never loved you. And taken away
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whenever id be home
id line up by action figures
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A couple days ago, after you called,
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We sat on the couch glossy eyed, staring at the wall in front of us
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misty words hiss out of chapped lips
sighs of regret pump out of defeated lungs
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life relects it self
looking into itself
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This is a poem about my father who recently died...
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Splintered toes in the dew
the grass wiping away the sins
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This poem is about my father who recently died. I felt like I had to write a poem about my feelings. Thanks and have a nice day.
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Lilacs float across the sea
like unwanted mist...
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I'm sitting in the closet smelling your cloths / I can almost touch / I can almost feel / but then I drift away from you. / My heart breaking in each blow of the wind as I drift down from heaven. / I cry, my tears
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You sit at your dresser staring at yourself, / through the dark. / You feel your last foolish kiss burned onto your lips. / The last breath
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You stand on the hill watching fireflies / thinking what it would be like to always have a little light in your life. / Your heart beating
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Lilacs float around my head / and form my little garden bed. / Fireflies tickle my soft pruned toes / and make me crinkle my freckled nose. / Young hearts are to be born here tonight / following pathways lit by hop
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You sit on an old cracked stone. / Staring at a glassy pond all alone. / Your hazel eyes stare deep into their reflections / not wanting to let go. / Men walk by and pass you a glance / You turn your he
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Feelings are trapped inside / burning at my heart. / I yearn to love / I yearn to feel / I yearn to hold someone near. / But I am just the foolish girl / who was born to pick the wheat. / Stand out in the field
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We sit on the beach watching fireflies. / Day has left and taken the children's cries. / We look at each other, just as friends. / I wonder if these lonley days will ever find their ends. / And the mist just seems com
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If I could be there / and stroke my cold hand through your hair. / And see what's to see / beyond the great oak trees. / I would be there / where happiness is always dealt in an equal share.
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Gaslights reflect off a rturning army plane. / Love is shared without the the slightest refrain. / On top of saddness there is always a lit
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All the moon mist fogs my loving eyes / when go down alleys in which I hear faint cries / I hear a lire playing from deep inside. / It plays to each treading step I take / Halting, before each mistake... /
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I wear black and white but I'm not grey / no matter when the tabloids say. / I feel like I'm the center of the circle all the time / Is tha
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Just when the gas lights feel the break of sunday / And the fireflies have lit and burned away. / Sunday morning air breaks upon your cheeks / and the sound of travelers alone speaks. / Then the cold wind of the April
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Miles stretch in your open hand. / As ou watch the shadows dart to cover your shape / gas lights act as your weightless cape. / Dirt roads
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I want to guess I want to think. / I want my mind to be on the brink. / I want to touch I want to feel. / I don't care if it isint real. /
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Even as you are away, you will always be in our hearts / Our life may go on and things may happen / but they will all seem nothing to this / Now whenever I fight over a small thing / I will remember how little import
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I left flowers on your table / plus some coffe. / You didint respond / (big whoppie do). / I guess all things inside / are meant to be cut
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Your sour tears fall on the porch to forever rest. / Your lonely heart to have a tint of red, at best. / And just as winter begins to melt away, you feel a wind shake through your body and for just that brief moment your
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Remember the days when our sweaty palms would be clenched tight / and how we would squeeze out our stuffed animals breath and might? / Rember the summers when the fireflies would light our way back home / but never the
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