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  Aug 2018 Kit
Orange Rose
I wrote a poem when I died...
Another at my birth.
A brand-new sonnet when I cried.
And again when there was mirth.

A song for my confession...
A story for my pain...
A painting for depression...
And nursery rhymes for rain.

My creations live inside my heart.
I keep them there in shame.
Yet you looked around and saw my art,
And smiled all the same.
  Aug 2018 Kit
Aishwarya Ezhava
3.
Life became more serene,
with reduction in friends list
and expansion of playlist.
  Aug 2018 Kit
Charlie Black
You could be "friends"
With someone
For years in real life
But the minute
You slip up
Make the tiniest mistake
And need them
More than ever
... They're gone

But then
You could be "friends"
With someone online
For less than a week
And they could
Care about you
More than any of
You're "real friends"
Ever did

And if internet friends
Aren't "real friends"
Then it's pretty ******* sad
When someone
Who isn't my "real friend"
Cares more for me
Then my "actual friend"
Thank you for taking the time to read my poem, if you did. I hope you like it.
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