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Bluebird Nov 2016
The dawn is stuck in the rain,
sky got bruised in the storm,
hollow wind lulls my pain,
makes my torment feel so warm.

The rain patters on the ground,
it sings softly into my ear,
and all my screms won't make a sound,
as your whispers sooth my fears.
Bluebird Nov 2016
He declared without asking,
that i became his loyal pet,
i was faithfull to my master.
I loved him,
until my very last breath.
Bluebird Nov 2016
And again my company keep people who wash and cleen the streets,
i talk about their children and wives, i ask for cigarette or a drink,
they don't ask why i roam,they only pitty my lack of sleep.
My head keeps pounding like a hammer on the wall,
you've gone too long in search for your dreams.
Everyone knows why i take long stroles,
and why i do not dare to even wink.
What if you decided to come back,
and  you passed me over,
just because i
  blinked
?
Bluebird Nov 2016
A season of cold winds and ice
is aproaching while you sleep...
You won't even feel it coming,
in your slumber six feet deep.

Seasons will change but you won't come,
no matter how much i wait.
Maby i'll bide here just a little bit more,
cause you always used to be late.
Bluebird Nov 2016
A sad little lady once said to me
that what ever i may do
to take in a count everyones feelings
carefully trough and trough

A dog left alone on the street barked
that kindness will pay off
it is only free thing in life
and you can never give enough

A child climbing on the tree told me
courage is what you need
for it is the only thing that makes you
help those who are in need

the young gentlemen cried
and said you must appriciate what you have
i had a lady fair and true
that i wish i have treated well

i am kind, i won't hurt anyones feelings ,
i help, and i'm not afraid,
but i still spend all nights thinking,
why my love is never repayed.
Bluebird Oct 2016
we owned a tavern
in little town where i came from
i got used to people coming and passing by
hearing stories, laughs, fights, problems, drama
as a child i was amazed by that world full of drunks.

It became my job requirement,
to be with people who come and go...
feeding myself on their stories and smiles,
i am unable to love,staying in that cursed place
makes your heart became a tavern full of drunks..
  Oct 2016 Bluebird
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I’m a dead poet,
Buried six foot deep,
With vivid memories
That form a heap.

I’m a dead poet,
With words etched
In my heart, and
Fire formed art.

I’m a dead poet,
Covered in snow,
Rose petals and a
Withered glow.
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