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there's always this one reason
that made us all a poet
and that lonesome experience
we never wanted
O you ! Do me a favour,
Please not love me.
Yet I asked your hatred,
So please hate me.
But you gave not either,
And left deserted me.
Losing your company, was a shock,
This hazard is shame on me.
Broken heart poem
5 Little Birds Sitting on the Tree.
Named A , B , C ,D and E.
All Lived in Peace and Harmony.  
Till Came another one called P.
Not much place for he could See.
So had to kick one just to be.
Saw the weakest one was B.  
So Clever and Smart was he.
Spread Lies and Hatred against B.  
After B , it was A , C, D and E.
Smoke
filling your lungs
Red sunset
that same smoke
Floating, filling
the air
90 degrees
humid
Confusion
Loss
The hot pavement of the sidewalk.
Screams in the back of your mind,
Constant
Everybody is fighting
Just like your secret screams
it was that day we
drove off to the shore
after consuming a tequila or two or three (who knows)
october wind was just
as rare as this moment
the once children of streets
are now
adults with empty wallets.
best days are the days with old friends.
and I could live a thousand lifetimes giving away
all of myself just to make room
for an infinite you.
no rules allowed and chaos ensues
alcoholics start hitting up the *****
teens start trying on Holocaust shoes
men in black suits keep signing off on paper
no regard for woman no they just **** her
people once in power now cry in the shower
but at least they can't feel the fear on the streets today
people still fearing to be gay
people still fearing to say hey
no way
tired black suits just sign away
violent winds and
silent storms
don't compare to the hurricanes
you give me
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