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Andrew Mar 2020
She never had to worry about
Any of those strange things
That kept others awake at night
And pounded their doors

She always chose to walk alone
And tied her hair in a bun
So that others could see her eyes
But never know who she was at home

When she wanted to leave you,
Goodbye was never on her lips
For it was too good a word
But instead, "I'll see you later"

She never wanted to cry,
But always found herself doing so -
And she never wanted to be alone,
But always found herself so

She would give her heart away
Like a rain in the storm
So that others could feel
What she had loved so much

And if she could be free
Like the clouds she loved,
Then her voice would be heard
Among the weeping stars

But she would be written down
In some blank pages that
Didn't take up more than
A paragraph

For though she was here now,
Tomorrow didn't see that way,
And tomorrow never was
A friend to her
Andrew Mar 2020
You had once given
My heart wings
But now you stripped it
And left it feeling naked -
You once gave me
Strength when I had none -
Let me feel
When I thought
That I couldn’t feel a thing -
But now you took all that
And left me here
With nothing but these words -
Left me with the feeling
That I couldn't be more
Than what you see
Of me
Andrew Mar 2020
If I could be beautiful
You might look at me,
And if I could paint
Your beauty such as this,
Then I might know you

If I was king,
Who had land after land,
And a singer
Who had you in his songs,
Then I might have something

But I don’t have much to give
So I'll give this poem to you -
I'm just a man -
A simple, broken thing,
With not too much to offer -
So I'll give these words,
So I can try
To give you something

If I had the world,
And a thousand different days -
Each second lasting,
Hanging your pain or smile -
So I could be with you

If I was different,
Just enough to be like you -
Then you might adore me
Or notice me so -
And I might know you

But I don’t have much to give
So I'll just give these thoughts -
For you meant something then
Just as you mean the same now -
I don’t have much to give,
So I'll give you
All that I can,
Just to give you something
This is my first poem on this site (woo)

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