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1.3k · Mar 2016
When love dies
Barbara Mar 2016
With tainted eyes,
And soundless cries,
I hear the sadness,
When love dies.
My first poem. It's not perfect, it's not meant to be.
403 · Apr 2016
Half Hearted
Barbara Apr 2016
Their love were of different depths.
He stood tall, so far, so safe at shore.
Yet she was sinking, grappling for air.
Her body descending, heart drowning in despair.
Midnight thoughts
368 · Mar 2016
The Reality
Barbara Mar 2016
We are all just
passing through,
bumping shoulders
with the breeze
and trying
not to make eye
contact.
~KristenLaura

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