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If there comes a time
that you might lose me
Find me in my poetry


Yesterday I cried to the moon
as she wiped my tears away
made my worries disappear
so I could sleep again.



Today I smile at the sun
and it shines back on me,
what a wonderful world
to be alive;
to be me.
Sun
She looked at him like he was the sun,
In that she never looked at him,
Except out of frustration.

She complained when he was gone,
But she never looked.

On days he was stronger, she hid from him
On days he was muted, she complained.

She never looked at him until he was leaving,
And in the beauty of the sunset she wondered how,
She'd never seen him before
Found this on Tumblr a while ago, felt I’d share it
I will spread dirt into every crevice of my broken heart and plant flowers so big and beautiful, that their roots will mend all the shattered pieces back together, and you’ll never be able to see the mess I used to be.
For every coin that has a head,  
Turn it round it will have a tail,  
Every positive thought that exists,    
A negative will make it fail;  
For every attack you can devise,  
The enemy can plan a defence,  
And there will always be two sides,  
For each and every sentence;  
Just like nothing is forever black,    
Nothing is always white, no way,  
So let us think with moderation,  
So that we can appreciate the gray.
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