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One can only give
what one has

Be it love
or
Be it hate.
You said I had
a diamond heart.

Is that why
you crushed it –
thought it wouldn't hurt?
Ink flows on the page
Whispers of stories so bold
Time held in each line
Revealing past deeds untold
Words act as a guage
Of our thoughts, from young to old
Baring through the age
When gazing on words untold
By turning each page
Growth of ideas unfold
Structured as a 5:7:5 haiku, but I tried to make it rhyme.
The moon rises high into the night.
Casting reflections across the rain soaked streets.

Images of you walking away is all I see.

I chase you through the ripples,
disappearing beneath my feet.

I chase you through the dawn
until your reflection is just gone.

And through tears I wonder,
Will you ever return to me?

Or will your reflection
haunt me forever,
within my memories.
trying to work through some writers block
maybe not my best work.
 7d
Maddy
Sorry you did not like it
But that is how I am dealing with a situation never expected but must accept
Long friendship has become Debnie Downer.
Dream squechers stay clear
Penny and Paul Positives Welcome
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