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Nat Lipstadt

the surprisingly sweetest clementine*

amidst the marble and stone pillars
of the museum's fifth avenue grand hall,
a woman grows faint and woozy,
and the Egyptian artifacts five thousand years old,
re-proved as reusable, sustainable,
as leaning-against-posts
for the dizzy

the boyfriend well familiar
with dehydration side effects,
from pocket pulls a natural pill of
a sweet clementine,
restoring the well,
to the good

she marvels
how came I
to place a survival kit in my
coat pocket?

smiling he confesses
his fondness for
for all her needs,
known and unknown

even carries an inventory,
back ups to back ups,
assorted sundries,
he calls it,
proving his point too well,
reaching into the other
pocket and offering
a second helping
for his,
oh my darling,
sweetest clementine

she, undecided,
laugh or cry,
both equally attractive amazement solutions,
says only:

I love you for reasons,
known and unknown,
take me home
for reasons
now known,
and others,
as of yet,
most happily,

based on a true story.

P.S. he hates carrying anything
You will be missed..
Similar to
The ways you
loved me.
To be Easily forgotten
Almost too Soon.
i met you
as the leaves fell
and the sky turned grey

the world grew cold
as my heart turned warm

i missed you
as the leaves grew back
and the sky turned blue

the world grew warm
as my heart turned cold
soul melody
my ink writes
silence best

please press the
apology button
to delete my
awkward scribbles
Liz Carlson
although we ended because of so much more,
i always think of the what ifs...

what if you had fought for me?
what if you had tried a little harder?
what if you had opened up a little more?
what if I had slowed down a little?
what if...

but at the end of the day, the results are the same.
Thomas Bron Mukama
๐šƒ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š›๐šŽ๐šŠ๐šœ๐š˜๐š—
๐™ธ ๐š ๐šŠ๐šœ ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š›๐šŽ๐šŠ๐šœ๐š˜๐š— ๐š ๐š‘๐šข ๐š–๐šข ๐š–๐š˜๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐š› ๐š ๐šŠ๐šœ๐š—๐š ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š™๐š™๐šข
๐š‚๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š’๐š—๐šŸ๐šŽ๐šœ๐š๐šŽ๐š ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š› ๐š๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š›๐šœ ๐š’๐š— ๐š–๐šŠ๐š”๐š’๐š—๐š '๐šœ๐š’๐š•๐š•๐šข ๐š–๐šŽ' ๐š‹๐šŽ๐š๐š๐šŽ๐š›.
๐™ฐ๐š•๐š• ๐š’ ๐šŒ๐šŠ๐š›๐šŽ๐š ๐š๐š˜๐š› ๐š ๐šŠ๐šœ ๐š๐š˜ ๐š™๐š•๐šŠ๐šข, cโƒจ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š‹๐š•๐šŠ๐š–๐šŽ ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐šŒ๐š‘๐š’๐š•๐š ๐š’ ๐š ๐šŠ๐šœ

๐™ป๐š’๐š”๐šŽ ๐šŠ๐š•๐š• ๐š๐š›๐š˜๐š™ ๐š˜๐šž๐š๐šœ ๐š๐š‘๐š’๐š—๐š๐šœ ๐š ๐šŽ๐š—๐š ๐š๐š›๐š˜๐š– ๐š‹๐šŠ๐š ๐š๐š˜ ๐š ๐š˜๐š›๐šœ๐šŽ. ๐—‚ ๐—๐–บ๐—Œ ๐—…๐—‚๐—„๐–พ ๐–บ๐—‡ ๐—‚๐—‡๐—Œ๐—‰๐–พ๐–ผ๐—๐—ˆ๐—‹ ๐—ˆ๐–ฟ ๐—Œ๐–ผ๐—๐—ˆ๐—ˆ๐—…๐—Œ ๐–บ๐—Œ ๐—‚ ๐–ผ๐—๐–บ๐—‡๐—€๐–พ๐–ฝ ๐–ฟ๐—‹๐—ˆ๐—† ๐—ˆ๐—‡๐–พ ๐—๐—ˆ ๐–บ๐—‡๐—ˆ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—‹.
. .   . ๐–ถ๐—๐–พ๐—‡ ๐—๐—‚๐—†๐–พ ๐–ผ๐–บ๐—†๐–พ.....
๐™ธ ๐š ๐šŠ๐š•๐š”๐šŽ๐š ๐š˜๐šž๐š ๐š˜๐š ๐š‘๐š˜๐š–๐šŽ ๐šŒ๐šŠ๐šž๐šœ๐šŽ ๐š–๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š•๐šœ ๐š ๐šŽ๐š›๐šŽ ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š ๐š๐š˜ ๐š๐š’๐š—๐š
๐š‚๐š˜๐š˜๐š— ๐š’ ๐š๐š˜๐šž๐š—๐š ๐š›๐šŽ๐š๐šž๐š๐šŽ ๐š˜๐š— ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐šœ๐š๐š›๐šŽ๐šŽ๐š๐šœ
๐š‚๐š๐š’๐š•๐š• ๐š—๐š˜ ๐š˜๐š—๐šŽ ๐šŒ๐šŠ๐š›๐šŽ๐š
๐™ธ ๐šŒ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐šŒ๐š˜๐šž๐š—๐š ๐š‘๐š˜๐š  ๐š–๐šŠ๐š—๐šข ๐š๐šŠ๐šข๐šœ ๐š’ ๐š ๐šŽ๐š—๐š ๐š ๐š’๐š๐š‘๐š˜๐šž๐š ๐š๐š˜๐š˜๐š ๐š˜๐š› ๐šŠ ๐š๐š›๐š’๐š—๐š”
๐™ฝ๐š˜๐š ๐šŽ๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š— ๐šœ๐š•๐šŽ๐šŽ๐š™
๐™ถ๐š˜๐š˜๐š ๐šœ๐šž๐š›๐šŽ๐š•๐šข ๐š™๐š›๐š˜๐š๐šŽ๐šŒ๐š๐šŽ๐š ๐š–๐šŽ ๐šŠ๐šœ ๐š’ ๐šœ๐š•๐šž๐š–๐š‹๐šŽ๐š›๐šŽ๐š ๐š˜๐š— ๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š›๐š›๐šŠ๐š—๐š๐šŽ๐š›๐šœ ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐šž๐š—๐š๐š’๐š—๐š’๐šœ๐š‘๐šŽ๐š ๐š‹๐šž๐š’๐š•๐š๐š’๐š—๐š๐šœ
๐š‚๐š–๐šŠ๐š›๐š๐š•๐šข ๐š๐š›๐šŽ๐šœ๐šœ๐šŽ๐š ๐š’๐š— ๐š–๐šข ๐š๐š˜๐š›๐š— ๐šœ๐š‘๐š˜๐š๐šœ ๐šŠ "๐šœ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š›๐š™" ๐š•๐šŠ๐š‹๐šŽ๐š•๐š•๐šŽ๐š ๐™ผ๐šŠ๐š—๐šŒ๐š‘๐šŽ๐šœ๐š๐šŽ๐š› ๐šƒ๐šœ๐š‘๐š’๐š›๐š ๐š’ ๐š๐š˜๐š ๐š๐š›๐š˜๐š– ๐š–๐šข ๐š ๐šŽ๐š•๐š• ๐š˜๐š๐š ๐š‹๐š›๐š˜๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐š›
๐™ธ๐š ๐š ๐šŠ๐šœ ๐š˜๐š—๐šŽ ๐š’ ๐š ๐š˜๐š›๐šŽ ๐š๐š˜ ๐šŒ๐š‘๐šž๐š›๐šŒ๐š‘ ๐š๐š˜ ๐šœ๐šŒ๐š‘๐š˜๐š˜๐š• ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š™๐š•๐šข๐šŽ๐š ๐š’๐š— ๐—๐—ˆ๐—ˆ
๐šƒ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š ๐š๐šœ๐š‘๐š’๐š›๐š ๐š ๐šŠ๐šœ ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐–ป๐–พ๐—Œ๐— ๐—‚ ๐—๐–บ๐–ฝ.........

๐™ท๐šŠ๐š•๐š ๐š—๐šŠ๐š”๐šŽ๐š ๐š–๐šŽ ๐š๐š’๐š๐š—๐š ๐šŒ๐šŠ๐š›๐šŽ, ๐š๐š˜๐š› ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐š— ๐—‚ ๐š๐š’๐š๐š—๐š ๐š”๐š—๐š˜๐š  ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š ๐š˜๐š›๐š ๐š™๐š›๐šŠ๐šข๐šŽ๐š› ๐š˜๐š› ๐šŽ๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š— ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐šŽ๐šœ๐šœ๐šŽ๐š—๐šŒ๐šŽ ๐š˜๐š ๐š”๐š—๐š˜๐š ๐š’๐š—๐š ๐™ถ๐š˜๐š
๐™ธ ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š๐šŽ๐š ๐šŒ๐š‘๐šž๐š›๐šŒ๐š‘ ๐š๐š˜๐š› ๐š’ ๐š ๐šŠ๐šœ ๐šŠ ๐šœ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š›๐š–
๐š†๐š‘๐š’๐š•๐šŽ ๐š˜๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐š›๐šœ ๐š ๐šŽ๐š›๐šŽ ๐šœ๐š–๐šŠ๐š›๐š, ๐š’ ๐š ๐šŠ๐šœ ๐š›๐šž๐š๐š๐šŽ๐š ๐šž๐š™
๐šˆ๐šŽ๐šœ ๐š’ ๐š”๐šŽ๐š™๐š ๐š๐š›๐šข๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š๐š˜ ๐š”๐šŽ๐šŽ๐š™ ๐š๐š˜๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š‹๐šŠ๐šŒ๐š” ๐šŠ๐šœ ๐š–๐šŠ๐š—๐šข ๐š๐š’๐š–๐šŽ๐šœ ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š›๐šŽ๐šŠ๐šœ๐š˜๐š— ๐š’ ๐šŠ๐š– ๐š๐šŠ๐š–๐š’๐š•๐š’๐šŠ๐š› ๐š ๐š’๐š๐š‘ ๐šŽ๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š›๐šข ๐š›๐šŽ๐š•๐š’๐š๐š’๐š˜๐š—
๐™ธ ๐š–๐š˜๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š ๐šŒ๐š‘๐šž๐š›๐šŒ๐š‘ ๐š๐š˜ ๐šŒ๐š‘๐šž๐š›๐šŒ๐š‘ ๐š–๐š˜๐šœ๐šš๐šž๐šŽ๐šœ ๐š’๐—‡๐šŒ๐š•๐šž๐šœ๐š’๐šŸ๐šŽ
๐™ธ ๐šŽ๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š— ๐š•๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š›๐š—๐š ๐š‘๐š˜๐š  ๐š๐š˜ ๐š›๐šŽ๐šŒ๐š’๐š๐šŽ ๐™ธ๐šœ๐š•๐šŠ๐š–๐š’๐šŒ ๐š™๐š›๐šŠ๐šข๐šŽ๐š›๐šœ ๐šœ๐š’๐š—๐šŒ๐šŽ ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐šข ๐šŠ๐š•๐š ๐šŠ๐šข๐šœ ๐š๐šŠ๐šŸ๐šŽ ๐šž๐šœ ๐š™๐š’๐š•๐šŠ๐šž ๐šŠ๐š๐š๐šŽ๐š› ๐šœ๐š ๐šŠ๐š•๐š•๐šŠ๐—. ๐–ฎ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—‹ ๐–ผ๐—๐—Ž๐—‹๐–ผ๐—๐–พ๐—Œ ๐—ˆ๐–ฟ๐–ฟ๐–พ๐—‹๐–พ๐–ฝ ๐—Ž๐—Œ ๐–ผ๐—…๐—ˆ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—Œ ๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐–ฟ๐—ˆ๐—ˆ๐–ฝ ๐—Œ๐—๐—Ž๐–ฟ๐–ฟ๐—Œ ๐—๐—ˆ ๐–ผ๐–บ๐—‹๐—‹๐—’ ๐—๐—ˆ๐—†๐–พ.

๐™ผ๐šข ๐š๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š›๐šœ ๐šŒ๐šŠ๐š— ๐š—๐šŽ๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š› ๐š›๐šŽ๐šœ๐š ๐š’๐š— ๐š™๐šŽ๐šŠ๐šŒ๐šŽ ๐š๐š˜๐š› ๐šž๐š—๐š๐š’๐š• ๐š’ ๐š–๐šŠ๐š”๐šŽ ๐šŠ ๐š‹๐šŽ๐š๐š๐šŽ๐š› ๐š–๐šŽ ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐š‹๐šŽ๐š๐š๐šŽ๐š› ๐š˜๐š๐š‘๐šŽ๐š›๐—Œ ๐š๐š˜๐š˜.

๐™ผ๐šข ๐š๐š˜๐šŠ๐š•๐šœ ๐š ๐šŽ๐š›๐šŽ ๐š๐š˜๐š˜๐š ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐šœ๐š•๐šŽ๐šŽ๐š™
๐š’ ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š๐šŽ ๐š—๐š˜๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š ๐š’๐š•๐š ๐š๐š˜๐š๐šœ ๐š๐š˜๐š› ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—’ ๐—ˆ๐–ฟ๐–ฟ๐–พ๐—‹๐–พ๐–ฝ ๐—†๐–พ ๐—Œ๐–พ๐–ผ๐—Ž๐—‹๐—‚๐—๐—’ ๐—ˆ๐—‡ ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐—Œ๐—๐—‹๐–พ๐–พ๐—๐—Œ ๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐—‚๐—‡ ๐—‰๐–พ๐—ˆ๐—‰๐—…๐–พ๐—Œ ๐–ฟ๐–บ๐—‹๐—†๐—Œ ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—‹๐–พ ๐—‚ ๐—๐—Ž๐—‡๐—๐–พ๐–ฝ ๐–ฟ๐—ˆ๐—‹ ๐–ฟ๐—‹๐—Ž๐—‚๐—๐—Œ ๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐—Œ๐–ผ๐—‹๐–บ๐—‰.
๐–ฌ๐—’ ๐–ฝ๐—‹๐–พ๐–บ๐—† ๐—‚๐—Œ ๐—๐—ˆ ๐—๐—Ž๐—‹๐—‡ ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐—†๐—‚๐—…๐—…๐—‚๐—ˆ๐—‡ ๐–ฝ๐—ˆ๐—…๐—…๐–บ๐—‹ ๐—†๐–พ๐—†๐—ˆ๐—‹๐—‚๐–พ๐—Œ ๐—ˆ๐–ฟ ๐—‰๐–บ๐—‚๐—‡ ๐—‚๐—‡๐—๐—ˆ ๐–บ ๐—†๐—‚๐—…๐—…๐—‚๐—ˆ๐—‡ ๐–ฝ๐—ˆ๐—…๐—…๐–บ๐—‹ ๐—†๐–พ๐—†๐—ˆ๐—‹๐—‚๐–พ๐—Œ ๐—ˆ๐–ฟ ๐–บ ๐–ป๐—‹๐—‚๐—€๐—๐— ๐–ฟ๐—Ž๐—๐—Ž๐—‹๐–พ (#๐—๐–พ๐—‹๐–ฝ๐—Œ๐—†๐–บ๐—‡๐—ˆ๐–ฟ๐—‰๐—‹๐—ˆ๐—€๐—‹๐–พ๐—Œ๐—Œ)
๐šƒ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š‹๐šŽ๐šŠ๐šž๐š๐šข ๐šŠ๐š•๐š• ๐š•๐šŠ๐šข ๐š’๐š— ๐š–๐šข ๐š’๐š—๐š—๐š˜๐šŒ๐šŽ๐š—๐šŒ๐šŽ ๐š˜๐š ๐š๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š๐šŠ๐šข๐šœ.

I lost my soul
Demons want it
But it isnโ€™t my property
i fear no one today
i am my own escape
in this world of pain
i fear no one today

i'll scream and i will run
the fun has just begun
i'll fall, and my knees scrape
for i fear no one today

i'll live life like a dream
one no one's ever seen
i'll cry til my lungs ache
i'll fear no one today

i'll love with all my heart
for love is but an art
i'll give this heart away
'cause i fear no one today

i've cut off all your strings
what does tomorrow bring?
i am my own escape
i fear no one today.
a song by me
your name is
forbidden in
my mouth
or in my heart
because when
i think about

i'll cry a little more,
hurt a little stronger
love a little softer
because you no longer
make me feel sober

i'm drunk on the
memory of you
if only i could chase you with pizza but shots don't work like that
Love's only weakness
Is also its greatest strength:
It defies reason

My thoughts on Valentineโ€™s Day
They will tell you
All poetry has been written
There is nothing new
Under the moon
But let me tell you
They donโ€™t know you
You are as unique
As the DNA that exists
Within your frame
The ripples on your thumbprint
No one ever had the same.


You have something to say
Say it proudly
Say it boldly
Never let them scold you.

Never let them make you go away.
I love it when someone tells me to keep writing. You should keep writing too!
Donall Dempsey

I like to say
your name

when you're
not here

turn you
into sound

conjure you out of
thin air

so that you appear
before me

dressed in sound

memory sketching in
the rest of you

as if sound
was just an outline

and love
colours you in

adding the voice last
so I can hear you say.

"Hello you..!"
and there you are

as present
as present

can be.

I like to say
your name

when you're
not there.
Splashes reminds me of fishes
While I'm cleaning the ***** dishes
Stars special spark
Reminds me of the fire light in the dark
And the hard wind pace
Reminds me of the fan on my face
And the harsh pine cone line
Reminding me not everything will be fine
And a snail or snake leave a weird trail
Reminding us of our doodles
And the wool of a sheep
Reminds us we may want a poodle
you say i am ugly
but why can i not
judge you i know
the truth about
you so why make
yourself some
one you are not
This disease struck me
Like a brick on pavement

Everything was
Then that brick came along
And with the slightest movement
Destroyed everything

โ€œCount it
Perfect it
Measure it
Clean itโ€
The voices say

Why canโ€™t I let them go?
They keep repeating:

โ€œCount it
Perfect it
Measure it
Clean itโ€
Why wonโ€™t they stop

โ€œCount it
Perfect it
Measure it
Clean itโ€
I donโ€™t understand

โ€œCount it
Perfect it
Measure it
Clean itโ€
Someone just HELP me understand

This disease is about
But it's the biggest
Imperfection about me
moon child
"I'm an open book"
She says

Written in
I've drank the finest of wine
Down to the bottom of the bottle
Only to witness an ocean alone
Barely surviving my own hands

A fire burned through my viens
That was blew out by the wind
Breezing through the leaves
A calmness that sits with me
Before calmness dismisses me

I walked across the tallest blue sky
Where wide winged birds soar high
Til promises of white clouds turn grey
And so there I fell with the rain
Dripping through the lowest gutter

Many times I was buried, lying in dirt
Like a grave, needing no help
Finding the dark inside of myself
But I always rise with the blades
Of the greenest fresh spring grass

No matter what feeling I catch
None of them seem to everlast
ok okay
So many people focus on finding love
I'm too busy finding myself
LJ Chaplin
Tell your lover
At least three times a week,
To use their touch
As a means to speak,
Let their fingers trace
The edge of your jaw,
Let rosy lips
Connect with yours,

Tell your lover
To speak their truths,
Behind closed doors
Or in restaurant booths,
Let them say what's on their mind,
So peaceful thoughts
Are more inclined,

Tell your lover
In the middle of the night,
Wrapped in sheets
It will be alright,
For life can be a hurricane
And you are their shelter
From the pouring rain.
ยฉ LJ Chaplin
thank you
for the
that no
are they**
than my voice.
**anything/anyone trying to tear me down, whether mentally or situational

!!Don't forget to get out to those polls!!
Change is coming.
Not things that go bump in thenight
Not nightmares that repeat with no end in sight
But rather what cant be explained
Understood or continued because what needed to be
Never happened inspite of the best intentions
In some cases used to bes cant be counted like before just like unnatural fears and never ending tears

And when you left
I overwatered all your flowers
Left Foot Poet
for our boys

the reason we say so oft,
in whispers emboldened,

I love you

to our children
is not the utility of
its summarizing brevity

no, no.

it is because

the eloquence of simplicity
supersedes any other poem
any of us could ever write...

July 26 2015
she is a happy ending,
not everyone can wait for.
Violet Bliss
I donโ€™t see my wings
I donโ€™t know what they do
I just flutter around
Innocently admiring the flowers
Naively dancing with others
Marvelling at their beauty
Then I remember the butterfly effect
So I stop, silently
For fear of causing a hurricane
You don't know
why the dog is
afraid of you:
I do.
You don't like the fear? Do something about it.
imagine what itโ€™s like to love a poet
imagine a world of sunny skies
mixed with the hurricanes of a troubled past
but the beauty of it all
is the story itโ€™s inspired by
Pain & Growth
just another beautiful disaster
king pencasso
Ugo Victor
Dear HP,

This is not a poem
But a question
The answer to which
I do hope you have

Why does my lover claim to love me
But still looks for every opportunity
To let me go?

Is it that she loves me so much
But doesn't think she's worthy of me

Or she doesn't love me enough
To think I'm worthy of her?
Commuter Poet
One day
It will be a crime
To cut down trees
21st Feb 2020
We only
to each
through text
on our
Poems aren't written,
they're found,
Somewhere in your head the words are waiting,
They're sprawled across the floor,
You just need to pick them up,
Make a path with them,
Let your path guide observers,
And if you can't write,
Walk down somebody's else's path first,
First poem I've written, to anybody who reads this is hope you enjoyed it and it made you day a little better
kailee cardinal
I'VE been crying

JUST quit hurting

TRIED to live on

TO you

FORGET the hurt

i've just tried to forget
I find beauty in dark places
Love in mysterious ways
Comfort in unbelievable happenings
I'm not weird
I just pay attention to things others neglect.
Life isn't worth living if it's viewed in one perspective
If you could read my mind,
Youโ€™d see a thousand papers
Filled with broken poetries
And deadbeat proses
Full of woeful verses
With mournful pieces
Of unfinished stories
That are yet to be written
And failed to be spoken;
If you could read my mind,
Youโ€™d hear horrible screams
And earsplitting weeps
From shattered dreams,
Kept in a nasty notepad,
Scribbled on a bed
Of bloodstained words,
Ringing in my head.
If you could read my mind,
Youโ€™d see the shadows
That lurk within me;
Youโ€™d hear the bellows,
Screeching the words
โ€œIโ€™m tired,โ€
โ€œIโ€™m a failure,โ€
โ€œIโ€™m stupid โ€“โ€
I know it sounds stupid,
Itโ€™s pathetically foolish
And seems too *******.
If you could read my mind,
Youโ€™d feel the tears
I had ever failed to cry;
Youโ€™d see the people
That make the weak weaker;
Youโ€™d see the monsters
That consume my head;
Youโ€™d hear the hollers
That failed to be freed;
Youโ€™d see the heart
That still bleeds and bleeds.
If you could read my mind,
Youโ€™d see the face
Iโ€™ve failed to show back then,
The face Iโ€™ve faked back then.
If you could read my mind,
Youโ€™d see a character
I had ever failed to become
If you could read my mind,
Youโ€™d be able to read
A book you never wished
To touch and read,
But sometimes I still wish
Someone could read my mind.
Friends come
friends go
in the end
I am all alone

Good times
that never last
they always
no looking back

Memories made
only to be forgotten now
forever locked
away, I'm the
only one in pain

Left behind
alone at last
except for memories
the past

Now and then I look
only to see that
my heart's
still cracked

Happy endings are
someone always
has to say
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