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I lay down in my bed
It's been a long day
I pull my knee's inward
and let out a sigh

I stare at the ring on my finger
the one you gave to me
I hold it and twist it in my fingers
until i have examined every color, every butterfly.

I close my eyes and clench my necklace
I trace the shape of the turtle with my figertips
I feel the silver in my hands
and remember when it was in yours

When I close my eyes a tear runs down my cheek
A tear of joy and sadness
Your sweet memory dances in my mind
Your love pierces through my heart

I miss you, I love you
exhaustion overwhelms me
I am ready to dream of you
Until I finally get to see you

Sweet dreams my love.
This week is really hitting me hard. I can not wait to see him again. It has been way to long. I love you.
a bullet would've hurt
a bit less than this loneliness
I will not stop
when the world abandons me
I will not stop
When your king decides to flee

I will not stop
When you push me aside
I will not stop
In your attempts to crush my pride

I will not stop
When the cowards tell me to hide
I will not stop
When you're no longer by my side

I will not stop
When all good has died
I will not stop
I don't believe in suicide

I will stand strong
When the world swears I'm wrong
I will stand my ground
And create a new town

A town that basks in beauty
It is my duty
To guide my children to light
And witness them take flight

I will stay pure
Till all ignorance is cured
You changed the colors of your hair
We don't care
You got an A on your test
We don't care

You got a new car
We don't care
You recieved a promotion
We don't care

You ate at that new resturaunt
We don't care
You bought new dress to flaunt
We don't care

Children are starving
Madmen are are carving
Up women they grabbed of the streets
Say goodbye to our heartbeats

Soldiers are dying
Innocent people are crying
we can try to fight starvation
But we are headed to damnation

but you don't care
It has nothing to do with you
just keep breathing your clean air
You have more important things to do
A
Dictionary
is a
poets
best
friend
with the
exception
of her
pencil
or
pen
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