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This world is full of liars
Cheaters
Frauds
Trash talkers
No good doers
And people who will hurt you

But with you they don’t even exist, with you I feel my worries wash away
I feel like this is the last one about my feelings but oh well
Somewhere outside
the ship of dreams
made up of black midnight blues , floats lifelessly in the morning dew .
I don't remember a thing.

It's filth everywhere
and pollution the King.

Wait,
Cuckoos don't forget.

They sing in the joy of Spring!

Attired in their best
bloom amid the doom
the Flames of the Forest!
Always in the midst of uncertain ceremonies

Like the pine pitch of indecission would burn down the forest of promises

The sparks remained  
warmth of heart
But the distance of time
suffocated the chance of flames

From birth to death
From last kiss
to all it's delays
          
. . . some day never came
 Mar 8 Girlrinth
Joe Cole
I can't write the words in the way that some of you can do.
I can only write the words that in my mind come into view.
I can't write of devotion and never ending love
The inspiration for my words comes from somewhere up above.
Yes, words about the sea and gently rolling hills
These are words I know about and sometimes get to use.
Words can be things of beauty but sometimes cruel and harsh.
Some words can tell of sadness some words can make you laugh.
The words of fellow poets here cover every point of view
My words are plain and simple but I share those words with you
Just Words
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