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Sir B Aug 2013
You know
I learnt the ways of writings from you
Yes.  you

I did have to read others poems
but that doesn't matter
It really doesn't
What matters.

Is the way
You portray yourself
Not through negativism
But through positiveness

Yes.  you
had positive poetry
long agoo
way before time began

But what matters
Is whether you keep it that way
Yes  you
have been through many conflicts
We understand

But we can only
sympathize so much
That doesn't mean you dont talk to us
It means
that

There are people who have felt
the exact. same. thing.
You find them
and talk
Yes.. it might take a while
But...


*Isn't time a huge complex
where finding a way gets
easier when you ask people..
The result of me brainstorming for a motivational poem, I do hope it helps... (most likely isn't motivational..) but hey! I tried. =)
Sir B Jul 2013
I saw you today!
Though I couldn't talk
I saw you
Standing in the sun
Talking to your peeps and
Getting yourself tanned again!
I saw your hair
Go up in flames
Due to the reflection of the sun
You looked beautiful again

Then I saw you leave..
I kept looking over my shoulder
To see if you would return
But I guess not..
This will still be another unfinished fairy tale..
Imaginative but real to a point
Sir B Jul 2013
As I watched the morning sun ascend over the horizon of the Earth, you were there.

As we traveled to a new world, to leave a home we once knew, you were there.

As we joined a band of wind instruments to carry on the sound, you were there.

As I separated from consciousness, those very nights, you were there.

As we dreamed many dreams, but I dreamed of you. You were there.
This poem is not by SirB. It is by a common folk, expressing the feelings of love and wisdom, that a premature man and women would feel.

His poem is by my friend, he wanted to give me a poem as a surprise, guess he posted it here. Lol!

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