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Max Vale Apr 2019
Thank you,
       For hurting me.
                 Thank you,
                      For setting me free.
Max Vale Apr 2019
There was once a girl,
               Who taught me many things,
To love the earth,
                    And count my blessings.

Once I was broken,
                    Beyond repair.
   I laid on the floor,
                           Full of despair.

       She walked by me,
                 I thought she'd pick me up.
     But she said to me,
                          Get the hell up.

She didn't give me a hand,
              She didn't help me at all.
She just made sure I got back up,
                           That was all.

             So I sat there,
Sobbing and crying.
Like a little baby,
                                  Moaning and whining.

            She said to me,
Why do you cry little one?
                                 There are bigger battles,
To be fought and one.

               Hearing her words,
Made me get back on my feet.
               I said no more,
I disliked defeat.

               She smiled at me at last,
Knowing she'd taught me right.
     To never give up,
                           Without a fight.

      Reaching out her hand,
           Get up she said.
                        I took her hand,
                                              Got up and went again.
The most valuable lesson, I've ever learnt :)
Max Vale Apr 2019
I am hypnotised,
In those perfect pools of blue.
When I look into your eyes,
There's no one as beautiful like you.
Max Vale Mar 2019
Baby please take all my love,
You know what you've got to do.
Moments with you I can't get enough,
So meet me at our rendezvous.
Max Vale Mar 2019
Why you gotta be so beautiful?
There's a sparkle in your eye.
Like a diamond in the sky,
You make me feel so alive.
Max Vale Mar 2019
It's a path we walk,
Whenever we feel alone.
When we don't want to talk,
But just want to go home.

When it rains,
It rains on me.
The wind pains,
It hurts to be me.

I hate the cold,
Yet it loves me.
It always loves to hold,
Tight, surrounding me.

I wish I was better,
That I didn't have to be me.
My life's so bitter,
I wish that I was free.
Its a cold world out there
Max Vale Feb 2019
You say I'm depressed,
I've changed, I'm lonely.
If that's the problem,
Then why don't you call me?
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