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Virtuous May 2019
Or a new pen
Virtuous May 2019
I need to find New Ink
For my pen
Virtuous Apr 2019
Bridge of auburn and crimson
Reaching ever so high and long
In the middle I stand
Both in fear and in awe
Wind blowing profusely
With a loud howl it cries
Beckoning me to make a decision
To step and choose a side
Virtuous Apr 2019
I know...
I know you're there
Although your face does hide in the air
I see you through the glass of a window
Upon the waters surface
Tell me what is the purpose
Of these pointless games
If this keeps up
I might go insane
Show me yourself
So that I might gaze upon
your beauties gleam
Can you please reveal your mysteries to me?
Does it get lonely where you are?
Do you keep company with the stars?
Can you even hear me now?
Or is my voice but a faint sound?
#Throwback
#oldpoem
Virtuous Jan 2019
Your voice has many tongues
And yet they all sound the same
Cunning and destructive
Strategic with its aim

Arrows lit with your breathes fire
Quenched by waters truth
No longer threatened by the flame
No longer afraid of you

I see you hidden
Behind the faces of many familiar
Your plots are exposed
All of them too similar
Virtuous Dec 2018
I took the crown off my head
To make myself more approachable
To you
And in doing so
Forgot that I ever owned one
Never lower your standards for anyone
Virtuous Dec 2018
My hearts butterflies
Have drifted off to sleep
Waiting
To be woken up
A G A I N
Not too abruptly though
Some of their wings are
B R O K E N
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