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 Aug 2016 veronica
ajit peter
Faded
 Aug 2016 veronica
ajit peter
In an open heart they walk
Healing words they talk
Promised tis doth not end
With a labelled term friend

Chart they our hearts to smile
With our life in lonesome mile
Some so far some near
Some from childhood held dear

May be time away a lot
Or a better friend got
May be hated by action found
Or a pain that persist around

Yet each heart doth deserve
A love of friendship to preserve
For each heart doth care
Being well dead or alive to share

To talk or share need not be
To stop being a friend a right to thee
Yet to the other who friendship gave
Fade not without a good bye friendship to save

To many who come into our lives as friends and vanish without even a good bye wondering in our hearts what went wrong
 Aug 2016 veronica
PrttyBrd
I want to write love
But I only bleed pain
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 Aug 2016 veronica
Justen Davila
The flames that melted innocence
Ravaged my soul uncontrollably
Doused by aspiration of purity
If only I could be clean again
If only I was
Unbeated
UnbruisedĀ 
Unscathed
Doused Flames
Melted Innocence
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 Aug 2016 veronica
Gypsy Ashlyn
He is a writer
Scrambling for paper
The moment he is inspired
Asking for second opinions
On whether his words fit
His ideas travel lightspeed
So he strays a bit
Crumbled ideas by the bed
He worries they're no good
But, that's just what the voices said
He's his own worst critic
He had a breakthrough
But he just cant fit it
Into the small setting that he placed
Worry sickens his face
All this hard work
But nothing to show
He didn't see this coming
Just a few weeks ago
He scrapped it all
It was tainted
He tries too hard to face it
See, there is nothing wrong
Not from the start
My love,
Your words are such art
My rambling writer
My paranoid poet
You made the patches of your story
Point your pen
And sew it
Dedicated to Cody Thrift

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