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A friend of mine told me
I write when I’m sad
She said it is as if I am in pain
And I said when I write it rains
When I put the pen on paper the clouds get dark
And when I stop
The birds of the sky sings
Coming out to play as the sun is out
Smile, mommy!
Her child asked,
She said,
"I am",
And then they laughed
It's no so bad.  No one likes it, but right now, its the best we can do.  Remember to keep smiling.  It still matters.
Don’t ask,
I’ll wear my mask,
I’m already sick,
Will this pass?
More and more we disagree,
under his knee,
Covid-19,
Pandemic,
Social disease,
Virus,
Rascism,
“you’re killing me”
No justice,
No word from DC,
The air is heavy,
And… “I can’t breathe”
©BLCostello 2020
E65
Always trying to save the girl
She keeps running back to danger
She doesn't want to be saved
You are not the hero in her story
She's trying to save the villain
No love for the hero
She treats him like a zero
Prefers the bad boy over the good
He's a hopeless romantic
Trying to save the day
He's romantically hopeless for love
Had to walk away being written off
His chapter was over came to an end
Starting over writing his story
She
She was darkness but not consumed by it. she was without a filter— She saw the world for what it was. She saw people for who they really are. She was the happiest yet the saddest of all. She was full of life but also so empty. She was flawed like so many but yet still flawless. She was beautiful when sun rises and when the moon comes out. She showed so many emotions but none really defined how she felt. She smiled so much that atmospheres brightened. She was and is a queen like any other woman out there

-Vibeactivist
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