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You cannot break the broken, you can't live in the past, throw that memory away, you cannot let it stay, oh I wish I had the power to change every wasted hour, to knock down this growing tower under which I fearfully cower, in my ball of self regret.

             
                    I can remember:

                Tears that I have shed.

                 Lies that I have said.

                 Pain I have inflicted.

              Oh how I feel conflicted.


But know now this, for it is true, for all the things I can't undo, I'd never regret loving you.
No sleep = creativity, how does that work?
Oml this made the daily poem, thank you so much everyone!!
You cannot break the broken, you can't live in the past, throw that memory away, you cannot let it stay, oh I wish I had the power to change every wasted hour, to knock down this growing tower under which I fearfully cower, in my ball of self regret.

             
                    I can remember:

                Tears that I have shed.

                 Lies that I have said.

                 Pain I have inflicted.

              Oh how I feel conflicted.


But know now this, for it is true, for all the things I can't undo, I'd never regret loving you.
No sleep = creativity, how does that work?
Oml this made the daily poem, thank you so much everyone!!
 Feb 2017 Masked Voice
Àŧùl
My name is Atul Kaushal.
Atul has 4 characters,
While Kaushal has 7.
This was the reason,
The reason to dub me AK47.
My HP Poem #1447
©Atul Kaushal
 Feb 2017 Masked Voice
Jellyfish
I'm a malfunction,
either momentarily
or permanently.
I don't fit.
Hazel
smoky quartz eyes
full of light,

A yellow
sapphire glow
brighter than the moon
on the most immaculate
of night.

A bright red
ruby smile
stretching from ear to ear,
which she generously shares
with everyone,

Her beautiful glowing aura,
so delicate and gentle,
as rare as an opal
sparkling in the most radiant
of sun.

She's a real gem
with a beautiful
kind heart
of gold,

So very precious
to the lucky ones
that have her sweet
priceless heart
to cherish
and to hold.

By Lady R.F ©2017
 Feb 2017 Masked Voice
Ramin Ara
Don't you know
All
The joy
And freshness
In
The garden
Is
Only
A preparation
For
Spring
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