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When suddenly life feels bleak And memories and hopes start to leak I can't help but wonder What would happen until I go under Would I get my happily ever after? Would I get to hear her tinkling laughter? Would someone go that extra mile Just to make me smile? If I wanted to share my fears Would someone lend an ear? A little insecure Humour is my shield When I feel like hiding I wield rather than yield My friend wrote a poem for me That moved me to tears I'll keep it safe And treasure it for years I'm a hoarder by nature Cause I worry for the future What if one morning Memories start to get misty without warning Now that I'm on this airship Have to take precautions so I don't slip Riches never really tempted me It's the memories that matter A gold pouch or a photograph? I'd choose the latter I want to leave a mark Like Noah's Arc Something to remember me by I hope people don't call me 'that guy' My parents' love I can't forget Especially my mother's I wouldn't be the person I am If it wasn't for her If I die And don't get to say goodbye Would my loved ones weep? Would my memories in their heart keep? I fear That people would cheer After all, Who even wanted me here? I wonder who will stay by my side Till I'm old enough for dentures But to those who do stay Thank you for this adventure
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Mar 4, 2018
Mar 4, 2018 at 12:43 AM UTC
Pandora's Box
When suddenly life feels bleak And memories and hopes start to leak I can't help but wonder What would happen until I go under Would I get my happily ever after? Would I get to hear her tinkling laughter? Would someone go that extra mile Just to make me smile? If I wanted to share my fears Would someone lend an ear? A little insecure Humour is my shield When I feel like hiding I wield rather than yield My friend wrote a poem for me That moved me to tears I'll keep it safe And treasure it for years I'm a hoarder by nature Cause I worry for the future What if one morning Memories start to get misty without warning Now that I'm on this airship Have to take precautions so I don't slip Riches never really tempted me It's the memories that matter A gold pouch or a photograph? I'd choose the latter I want to leave a mark Like Noah's Arc Something to remember me by I hope people don't call me 'that guy' My parents' love I can't forget Especially my mother's I wouldn't be the person I am If it wasn't for her If I die And don't get to say goodbye Would my loved ones weep? Would my memories in their heart keep? I fear That people would cheer After all, Who even wanted me here? I wonder who will stay by my side Till I'm old enough for dentures But to those who do stay Thank you for this adventure
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Incognito
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Mar 4, 2018
Mar 4, 2018 at 12:43 AM UTC
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