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If only I've told you
How **** you are
Then maybe this friendship
Wouldn't have gone this far.

We just grew apart,
Nowhere closer.
Why can't this friendship
Just be over?

Time to drop the past
No getting near it.
Do me a favour
And just shut it...!
What ever happened to this friendship...?! Ahaha. Best friends don't last forever, why does everybody assume that?! What even is the point of this *******? Just someone to hang out with till they find someone else, so you do the same, then repeat the cycle all over again! *******....! I.... need a break....
 Feb 2017 Dmytro from Trotskiev
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my dear
you are not a girl
you are the constellation Andromeda
chained
you think you are alone
but believe me, my dear
you are surrounded by admirers on all sides
I am one
but I am so far
I can only admire you from grassy hills
in the middle of nowhere
where the city lights will not drown you out
but when I do
you are so lovely, my dear
the long drive
to see you
will always be worth it
you are truly breathtaking
I'm writing about a girl again, but I'm not quite sure who. Maybe it's the moon.
I forget worries and cares
The unrest in the world I see
When I look at fields and flowers
When I behold a tree

I forget what nags a day
A sigh, a tear and cry
When I see a galaxy of stars
A golden moon in the sky

I forget jarring cacophony
The discord and the strain
When I hear a stream gurgle
And the patter of summer rain

I forget what ails the heart
With the breath of the breeze
It soothes and calms the spirit
It brings quiet and peace

I forget worries and care
When in Nature's company
Disarmed by her gentle wonders
Her beauty and her melody.
Extremism
Is just another dead end
Believe me
There's no place I haven't been
Simply put
Curiosity is the itch to know
To feel, to dream, to grow
Still
Dread can appear as a illogical intrusion
When based on a incomplete resolution
And so...
Not even contemplation
Before conclusion
Can guarantee absolution

On this side of the maze
   I get lost for days...
Traveler Tim
i stand as undefined
as the beginning
of my lines
no rules will tell me where
to end
where to start
or where ill begin
society will not label me
tell me when to be capitalized
when i can stand true
undefined by their lies
i will not shift
into who they want me to be
last time i checked
they didn't die for me
as my king
and i refuse to let
a broken society
try to mold and
shape me

-b.m
this poem is called undefined because i wanted to get the point across that soceity can try all the want to to shape me and tell me who i should be but the one who gets to mold me and shape me is my king Jesus that died for me
miracles happen when you expect them to happen
lets go ! :) x
they said you can only love someone
if you first love yourself
but i loved you
long before i ever
loved myself
for broken things x
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