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 Jan 2015 Mark Lecuona
Hayleigh
There's a noose around your neck,
where you've hung your expectations
Too high.
 Jan 2015 Mark Lecuona
ryn
.
never
underestimate a

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heart,


that's what sets it
apart...
 Jan 2015 Mark Lecuona
ryn
.
*wisdom
comes
from those who've
learnt,

lived

and were

burnt...
 Jan 2015 Mark Lecuona
ThePoet
Breaking trust is
like breaking glass,
it could never be
put back the same.

©
 Jan 2015 Mark Lecuona
JWolfeB
My joints have dislocated
Stretching out to find the truth
Finding empty bottles
Broken pencils from writing
and a whole lot of ghost poems  later

These times have left me with
Bones engraved by promises
Inscriptions I can't read
Dreams replayed on bad records
Grasping for relief of mind
The Ripe Color Of My Skin Has Perished,
Along With The Wide Smile I Once Bore,
Music In My Soul Which I Once Cherished,
Has Fallen Flat And Crumbled To The Floor

The Sweet, Joyful Sun Has Dissipated,
The Flowers Within My Heart Have Withered,
My Mind Has Never Been Vindicated,
My Green Eyes Clouded With Blue Of Blizzard

The Autumn Leaves Are Ragged And Soggy,
As If They Wanted To Mimic My Lips,
The Moaning Voice Of The Breeze Is Groggy,
As It Caresses The Earth's Swinging Hips

O, I Remember The Smile I Wore,
Although, I Recall It Being A Chore
Absence of color,
Absence of inspiration,
motive,
and
mind...

Missed you all.
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