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 Aug 2019
Jim Davis
Crushed love leaves a fading scent
Much like crushed roses

©  2019 Jim Davis
Such is the sweet aroma of sorrow!
 Aug 2019
Jim Davis
Much like dancing fireflies
Thoughts of you light my dark

©  2019 Jim Davis
 Aug 2019
Jim Davis
If one not in love,
are both out of love?

©  2019 Jim Davis
 Jul 2019
Dylan McFadden
I remember...

The night my Daddy gave me his t-shirt,
And I wore it to bed

It smelled like him,
It felt like him,
It clothed me totally,
And made me feel so small

And now, it was mine!
And I loved it so...

And Daddy said to me:
"One day, you'll grow up into Daddy's t-shirt..."

But the years came and went,
And Daddy's t-shirt still didn't fit...

...More and more so,
But never perfect

And even today,
As I've become a Daddy myself,
My Daddy's t-shirt wears quite large

But it's still mine.

And it still covers me.

And I remember what Daddy said,
And this I know with all my heart:

One day, it shall fit perfectly.

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 Jun 2019
Aslam M
Why Build it
When we will  
not walk on it.
 Jun 2019
Pagan Paul
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Pain should be written beautifully,
achingly displayed upon a page.



© Pagan Paul (20/06/19)
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