LoveDrift - Hello Poetry

Promises were made Like many before and after To me they were real They screamed Vows tied in love Tears of what I could not say Bounded to me till I washed them away For you to be cleaned so fast Aragent of me to still be drenched in a vow and a promise How often the echos of how things are supposed to be What things are ment to be lies Promises are just flowers to wilt I am told So is everything I am told Even as I stand still Appreciate the moments so slow Happyness fills me To grab on is difficult Especially when I am told I wilt and decay Love to the words forgoten Walking through a field of flowers breathing blue

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Apr 4, 2020

Apr 4, 2020 at 2:34 AM UTC

Words that were said in the dark

Promises were made Like many before and after To me they were real They screamed Vows tied in love Tears of what I could not say Bounded to me till I washed them away For you to be cleaned so fast Aragent of me to still be drenched in a vow and a promise How often the echos of how things are supposed to be What things are ment to be lies Promises are just flowers to wilt I am told So is everything I am told Even as I stand still Appreciate the moments so slow Happyness fills me To grab on is difficult Especially when I am told I wilt and decay Love to the words forgoten Walking through a field of flowers breathing blue

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A little river that goes A leaf that flows with it On top of it's world Of course I lie But truth the leaf does sing

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Jun 22, 2018

Jun 22, 2018 at 10:23 PM UTC

Some water I see

A little river that goes A leaf that flows with it On top of it's world Of course I lie But truth the leaf does sing

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A image to chase Is that what you seek Being someone in the distance What do I say besides yelling names I choose to continue to walk though I hope you best luck over there Wherever your purpose is It is a good night

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Mar 31, 2018

Mar 31, 2018 at 5:43 AM UTC

Far away

A image to chase Is that what you seek Being someone in the distance What do I say besides yelling names I choose to continue to walk though I hope you best luck over there Wherever your purpose is It is a good night

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How many are in the sky? Rotating and writing poems. Staring at there forms and placements. Drenched in the Dark. Even when out of sight. Dreams of faraway tales. A strong love. To them, words are written.

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Mar 30, 2018

Mar 30, 2018 at 5:04 AM UTC

Moons

How many are in the sky? Rotating and writing poems. Staring at there forms and placements. Drenched in the Dark. Even when out of sight. Dreams of faraway tales. A strong love. To them, words are written.

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Sister let us go The clouds are slowly coming down She says: I hear that they are running from death.

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Mar 1, 2018

Mar 1, 2018 at 1:21 PM UTC

Pointing torwards the up direction