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Would you shed a tear
When I die
Because I am not there

Would you shed a tear
When I die
To show you really care

Would a stranger notice
You're sad
And ask you why you cry

Would you really take
A moment
To share the reason why

Would you share a memory
Of me
To someone else you love

Would you have a thought
about
The memories we are part of

Would you shed a tear
When I die
Because I am not there
An idea for a poem or song that has been bouncing around in my head for awhile.
 Jan 2015 Gul e Dawoodi
Haniatira
I need paper
More paper
I have to write

something

I have a place to shown
I need an Internet
But it to slow

I have a place to shown
But people is to ****
I dont describe you
But you thinks it was you

Feels to play with Words
but people is *weird
 Jan 2015 Gul e Dawoodi
s
clicked
 Jan 2015 Gul e Dawoodi
s
Tonight something in my brain clicked.
I am affecting others lives.
Alot.
So instead of looking sad.
Instead of sitting alone in my room.
Instead of being addicted to myself..
I need to fake happy better.
I need to fake everything more.
I do enough damage to myself.
I don't want to do that to someone else.
A gear in my head..
Just clicked.
Now I know..
I need to forget myself.
 Jan 2015 Gul e Dawoodi
Santiago
The sun will rise to the sky
The moon will shell in a cacoon
The sun will shine always be mine
The moon will rise soon
The sun will become intemperate
The moon will become desperate
The sun will regenerate
The moon will obliterate
The sun will go into battle
The moon will go into battle
I'm the sun, you're the moon
We are longer
We have grown stronger
I will move on
& so will you
Farewell this is for you
Giving you a lil clue
Feeling blue could this be true
Yes it's absolutely true
 Jan 2015 Gul e Dawoodi
Xyns
It feels like everyone's staring
But nobody sees me
Everyone sees the bad things
My messy hair
The sad clothes I wear

They're judging me
Based on shallow things
They don't care about the actual me
Just what I can't be
My beauty, they'll never see
 Jan 2015 Gul e Dawoodi
Xyns
"Do what makes you happy."

If I knew what made me happy
I wouldn't be in this situation.
Her name is Autumn.
She can write, write so beautifully.
Her name is Autumn.
Her written word makes my soul dance quickly.
Her name is Autumn.
She ponders things I never think of
A dreamer of dreams,
A schemer of schemes,
And a wonderful lady at that.
A lady named Autumn.
Dedicated to a poet that I hold in high regard. Autumn Ann.
You exist
As a means of action
And your job
Is well done.

You yourself
Make the world stand still
While I struggle
To learn my lesson.

I find
Every moment without your presence
Feels like a
Waste of an opportunity...

To learn,
To live,
To love,
To exist,
Like you do.
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