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I will not
invest my time
into someone who
is not willing
to invest
theirs
into
me
Time is a precious thing, I will not waste it on you.
She was just the girl with the loudest laugh in the room. Go ahead and help her escape, that was her weakness.
When it comes to small talk, she hasn't much to say. Simple and sweet, she'll mind her manners.
Hard working and benevolent, she just wanted to make a difference.
She was just the girl with a kindly head on her shoulders.
No one would question. The front she put up was built of bricks. The nightmares trapped inside could only be in her head. For the truths cannot exist when the tales are never spoken. That's the secret to scars. If no one sees the cracks, they'll never know she's broken.
 Mar 2020 Ivy Davenport
Carla
This woman, she did all that she could..she never went far, she bloomed where she stood.  There was rain, but seldom was there any light. So she lived as a flower that bloomed in the night.
Sometimes the best things are born out of the worst circumstances.
if i could change the world from what it is today
i would take away the bad and throw it all away
i would stop the wars and have a world so bright
no one in the world would ever have to fight

no more gobal warming and a planet acting strange
i would put it right and the world would never change
no more starving children dying everday
i put it right and this would go away

if i could do all this it would be a better place
and the world outside i could really face
such as the casual wayward
glance

across the room
then

eyes locked

like padlocks
to a bridge in Paris


Whit Howland © 2020
Some sentimental sap.
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