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Poems are stupid
like that boy I thought I liked
but he kinda ******
idk ive had no sleep
I loved you once,
it feels like a lifetime ago,
but I did love you
at one point or another.
Don’t forget that.
 Jul 2013 Jason Walsh
martin
Ginger hit a great old flint
Split in two his *****
Took it to the smithy
Had it back inside a day

In the twenty acres
Kenny bust the plough
Let the smithy have a look
He'll fix it up somehow

Big old mare she cast a shoe
Better do all four
Hinge has broken on the gate
Latch needs mending on the door

Show him what needs fixing
He can sort it out
Heat it up in the fire
Give it a good old clout

The smithy's long been dead of course
The forge has long been closed
Just the house name on a slate
To tell of days of old
Nearly every village had a blacksmith, a skilled man who would not only be a farrier but also a maker and repairer of all sorts of ironwork, from nails to cartwheel rims.   If something broke, it got mended.
marks of war across your arm
a boy with artificial charm
a hatred stronger then my own
who taught my heart and mind to roam

A warning one or maybe two
I've been told the ways of you

i have secrets
you have lies
we'll make secret lullabies

of war and past and peace and love
from hell below and heaven above
of hate and pain and warmth and truth
to older age from newer youth
this was about a...friend...of mine per say...and I hope he would understand each line.



and my goodness that last stanza was horrible!
what do you see?
when you look into my eyes.
the start of something new,
or your past I so despise?
Do you see my secrets?
floating like a ghost.
Do you really like my voice?
or is this just hoax?

I really can't remember,
what you said on that day
it passed by so quickly
what was I supposed to say?
that after you showed the world
the beauty that you hold
That I wanted something to become
a story to unfold?
but that's not how it happens
in silence we drove home.
I wonder what I could've said
where we could've roamed
to create another story
erasing all the lies.
I wonder what could've become,
the memories, good times.

So tell me now, what are you thinking?
my secrets you now hold.
and everything I've ever said
is everything you loathe.
Tell me to wander somewhere else
and find another heart,
tell me I'm young and reckless,
they've said it from the start.

I won't forget you,
not at all,
your name,
your face,
the way you call
my name
it sounds like once before
when everything seemed flawless
cliche eh?
You said
that  you'd love me
no matter who I was
what I did

But you weren't there
that time
i cut my wrist
with my broken razor

and you weren't there
that time
i stopped eating
because thin is beautiful

you weren't there
when I realized
I'm more dangerous
to myself
than any killer or devious boy

I now know
you won't be there
each time I swear,
Tonight's The Night
because you don't love
the girl who says that
Remember me,
when you go to read a book,
remember our first kiss
between the shelves
at the local library

Remember me,
when you take her down
to overlook the river,
Remember our first date
walking down the boardwalk

Remember me,
when you kiss her
on someone else's bed
Remember how we laughed for days
about the water bed and the cardboard house

Remember me,
when you go ice skating,
remember how that
was supposed to be
our first date
but we never got around to it

Remember Me,
when you see a brown teddy bear
Remember Valentine's day
and trying to make me smile

Remember me,
when you see the words
I Love You
and remember the first time
I whispered them
while we lay under the stars
and meant them for the first time

Remember me,
when your old and grey
Remember how
the back of my closet
will have an old box

please  *Remember Me
I wasn't sure how to end this poem. I apologize.

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