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Jennifer DeLong Oct 2020
Sometimes , I feel lost
Sometimes , I wonder where I'm going
What becomes of me
It's truly a anxious thought
We don't know
The future is unknown
I sure hope it's rather good
Well whats good ?
It's well plenty happy
Full of laughter at least some
And maybe someone to hold my hand
Yea that's good
Sooner then later
So , I don't get lost
At least before it's to late
© Jennifer L DeLong  🦏 10/2020
Tim Roo Kie Nov 2020
When I'm gone...
Your tears will flow,
But I won't know,
Cry for me now instead...

When I'm gone...
You will send flowers,
But I won't see,
Send them now instead...

When I'm gone...
You'll say words of praises and edifications,
But I won't hear them;
Praise me now instead...

When I'm gone...
You'll forget my faults,
But I won't know.
Forget them now, instead...

When I'm gone...
You'll miss me then,
But I won't feel it;
Miss me now, instead...

When I'm gone...
You'll wish you could have spent more time with me;
Spend it now instead...

When I'm gone...
You'll wish you could have spent all your money on me;
Spend it now, instead...

When you hear I'm gone,
You'll find your way to my house,
Just to pay condolences,
But we haven't even spoken in years.
Please look for me now!
This is for all that don't appreciate what they've got until it's gone. Care Now! Before It will be too late.
Bhill Oct 2020
the secret path appeared before us
what is to become of the path behind us

Brian Hill - 2020 # 294
Amanda Kay Burke Oct 2020
I try to do the best I can
Yet everything still falls apart
I end every day with the same problems
Working their way through my heart

Talk but you are distracted
We never find a solution
Stress poisoning the air around us
We keep breathing in pollution

Just keep ignoring the damage
Acting like we are fine
Blind to fact we are tiptoeing
Dangerously on a thin line

Me pretending that I don’t notice
How close we are to the edge
You don’t seem to mind the risk
Associated with the ledge

You listen
You attempt to understand
Why I live with such fear
But can’t change the speed you move at
Or switch into a lower gear

Don’t hear my worried murmurs
Cries fall upon ears rendered deaf
If you continue wheeling and dealing
Soon nothing will be left

Destroying me one piece at a time
As you throw your potential away
Hoping in time you will see the truth
Before it’s too late to stop decay
I hate the lifestyle we live
Broken Pieces Oct 2020
Before I go, can I try and make you happy?
Should I rewrite that line since it's a bit sappy?

Before I go, is it okay to give one last smile?
I know I know, I've cried for quite a while.

Before I go, can I tell you how much you mean to me?
I'm sorry that I will be leaving, but you'll be free.

Before I go, can I write out my last few lines?
I'll keep it happy with my "I'm fines."

Before I go, can I try one last shout?
I want you to be happy without a doubt.
Zack Ripley Sep 2020
Why do we ask the same questions
Using the same words
And hope it is any more relevant
And meaningful
Than it was before?
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