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Brandon Mar 2017
{Set I: Brandon}
The season must turn, turn, and turn
Our pain and love will turn, turn, and turn
There's a time to heal
There's a time to feel
The pain is not everlasting
But to build up
We must break down
So take my hand and rise up
Let me wipe those tears and frown
We shall not **** and not even seal
We will gain
But for that we must lose
We will make peace
I promise you it is not too late
If you're ever feeling down, then just read this poem and think of the things that make you happy and be grateful that your life isn't worse than it could be!
Ethiiochick Dec 2015
As time fades,
we begin to evaporate with it,
leaving no pleasant aroma lingering in the mystical mist.
I want to enhance the memorable essences of forgotten,
for thee to deeply inhale and salvage through the delicate memories;
let thy indulgences be with what was, and not with what is...
-Ethiiochick
What was, not what is...
Ethiiochick Dec 2015
They look at me with curious eyes and I say to them, “I'm not confused nor I'm I lost, I'm just in search of something different …”

-Ethiiochick
I Find shelter in their speculation...
A-S May 2014
Mom
I look a lot like you,

Yet sometimes I can't stand you.

If I would pause for a second,

And think of what,

you're going to say,

I'll know the correct answer.

And I'll know you'll be right anyway.

-a.s

— The End —