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I'm ok
A practiced lie
A mask that slips
On and off all the time
I wonder when
Someone will be
able to crack
The smile I plaster
every time
Through jokes
And laughter
I conceal the pain
But truth slips
Through
tiny cracks
That hold no light
Leaving me to
Drown in my own sea of sorrow
But Maybe one day
I'll spill it all
But for now
I'm just here
With hidden hurt
But no one to tell
 Nov 12 Peter Garrett
nivek
one more fall-
with experience comes understanding
true freedom waits to bestow the balm
always, forever, without fail or falter.
 Nov 12 Peter Garrett
Drab
Funny how.
Words in hand.
Can mean so much more
I can’t escape it.
It follows me around
every corner,
down every alley.
I just want to turn
to him,
but he isn’t there.
Turns out loneliness
is the only thing
that will never leave me.
If mental scars
were rungs
on a ladder
It would
stretch up
into heaven
 Nov 12 Peter Garrett
Pax
You smelled the roses
used them till Withered
and toss aside
for a new one
All you did was
temporary love.

You like new,
Young and
Shiny
But then again
You get bored
And opt
for a new one.
All you did was
temporary love.

You sing songs
Of love and
Praises
Yet you avoid
pain and Fear
of Risking it all
All you ever did was
Temporary love.
.... it was supposed to be a song but i can't bring out the melody....
My niece
made me bangle
of letters, starts, unicorns|
and colored beads

Then it hit me
that's her poem to me
a set of random things
that sit beautifully
side by side
around in a circle

and I noticed that
that's the first time
someone wrote
a poem
about
me
My children want me
To put up the Christmas tree
And sing Christmas carols with glee
Right through the year for free
For they believe the Christmas Spirit
Should just not be confined
To a single limited season
But throughout the year
For a good and noble reason
This world definitely needs
Christmas’ true spirit
Of love and peace
Throughout the year
And I will give them
Gifts of verse
Throughout the year
Actually, the kids want fun throughout the year.... Lol
 Nov 12 Peter Garrett
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 Nov 12 Peter Garrett
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us.
Your heart, bleeding red like a setting sun.
Mine, dyed in your deepest blue.
Like an avalanche, your sorrows descend upon me.
But Its ok.
I would rather be buried under your sorrows than
let you go.
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