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When you first met her
seemed she was for you made
your wait was now over
time had come to go ahead!

Most beautiful girl was she
for holding hand and walk
she was heavenly
was yours by good luck!


How those times flew
with her on windy sail
before you knew her well
she had grown too stale!

She wasn't all that nice
you didn't understand
what made you pay the price
to love her ask her hand!


It started with a tiff
then frequent quarrel
soon you reached the cliff
time with her was hell!

From her you grew aloof
she wasn't for you made
being under the same roof
burned fire in your head!


Soon you parted way
for you had strayed far
rued that ******* day
when you fell in love with her!


Can you tell me why
love dies we part our way
once more we don't try
to love her like first day!
What do I make of my poetry?

quill the sorrows within

or

the joys around me!
Blue
it is an ocean
a siren crying
a haunting rainstorm
which floods
the soul
with tears
you
dare
to
feel

Blue
it is the sky
expansive
cloudless
surreal
dream
you
love
to
feel
As oceans swell in ceaseless waves
love will empty and spill
into a fleeting place
we are ever
longing  
to fill
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