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 Apr 2021 Grace Summers
 Apr 2021 Grace Summers
love is the thing she need
but the world  has it's own greed

her eyes say it all
every time a drop of tear falls
every pain she recalls

everyone say she writes poetries  very deep
but no one know  her tear is the ink ,
her pain is her inspiration to write
that's why she cry to make herself sleep

one day she'll bounce back
and give the answer of your all attack
till then wait for her comeback.
may be I used this title many times .
Hope you all doing well
stay safe
because corona  in your  area
 Apr 2021 Grace Summers
 Apr 2021 Grace Summers
When I was younger, I was told not to feel
"You'll just get hurt"
I listened

But then I see these people
Laughing and living

I disobeyed and felt
I was alive

But I should have listened
Now I'm hurt
Now I'm broken
Now I'm -
 Apr 2021 Grace Summers
 Apr 2021 Grace Summers
You were teaching me
for years
how worthless
I were

Now I walk around the world
my own lessons
of love
and forgiveness
 Apr 2021 Grace Summers
it was the last time
you ever kissed me goodnight
the day the moon fell
They say
It's okay not to be okay
But do they really mean it

It is okay
The tree softly whispered to me
It wished to be free
Just like me
It wished to walk
It wished to talk
It wished to swim in the sea
It wished to be like me
I listened to its plea
And all I could do was agree
All it did was sit on my lawn
My time with the tree had gone
I got up with a yawn
For it would soon be dawn
I smiled gently at the tree
I told the tree it was very dear to me
I couldn't breathe without it
It provided oxygen for me
I wanted it to see
That it was very precious to me
 Apr 2021 Grace Summers
Oh beautiful flower

Your petals are falling

Your stem is bending

Your scent is fading.

What kind of flower are you?

Not bright or tall

Nor colored or warm

You stand out amongst them all.

A flower so keen on the heat of the sun

And the chill of the night

With the wind you will run.

For the pretty and the perfect flowers

Are a comforting sight

But the flower thats different

Makes a difference in life.
Silence can be comforting
Silence can be calming
Silence can be harming
Silence can be deathly
Silence can be stealthy
In this silence, you can leave me
You can break me
Drown me in this silent sea
This silence is killing me
This silence is chaining me down
Leaving me to drown
While I wish to be free
In this silent sea
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