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Friends maybe miles apart, yet remain close within our hearts
I dedicate this poem, to those of you that faithfully read my poems, I consider you my friends!
A coke addict came to his friend who was a crying drunk.
Both had hit rock bottom, it was the lowest that they've sunk.

The drunk man said "****, my friend, you must be feeling pretty ill."

The coke head laughed and asked him "What's it feel like to feel?"
Midnight fights with myself
What's right?
What's wrong?
Moments of self doubt
'Cause I have yet to prove myself
Half asleep
Waiting to achieve
Something besides misery
Who could blame me
Just waiting for another day
Where I can fake me
Smiles so they can't see
Me breaking down
These wasted days
Remind me of what
I'll never be
What does it mean to have spoken?
Does it mean that words were projected out loud?
Does it mean that behind those words is a meaning?
Does it mean that there is a voice that should be heard?
Does it mean there is someone there to hear the words being said?
Does it mean protection?
Does it mean threats?
What does it mean to have spoken?
Does it really mean anything at all?
How can it be determined?
In a hushed tone
All things sweet came and
Talked for hours and hours on
Fighting away all that's scary
Telling me it's okay
That nothing will harm me
I let them comfort me
I gave them my trust
When they relaxed me enough
I drifted into the land of sleep
There I rest peacefully
Till the sweet things came
As the monsters they really are
Then came the things that were scary
They picked me up
And healed the bruises
Patched up the wounds
And it disproved what I was taught
That the pretty ones
Were the ones that deserved trust
The music plays
And I listen to the words
To the lyrics
Lyrics
I find their meaning
Deep within
And it plays once again
And I know what it means
I'm not okay
I cry it out
Screaming loud
So maybe someone will hear me
I'm one of the broken
Not one of the beauty
The day we met
Will never be forgotten
The sun was shining through
Reflecting on the ocean oh so blue
Sparkling like diamonds
Like your eyes do too
With a smile that can be seen
From miles away
Gravitating me towards you
My heart skips a beat
When you call my name
My life will never be the same
You are my Romeo
I am your Juliet
The moments we spent together
I will never forget
You showered me with diamonds
And other fancy things
Taking me to dinner
And pulling out my seat
Treating me like royalty
But clearly it was never meant to be
Because it was only in a movie.
I wrote this with my mom
Does love like daises die,
whose petals fall
like sleet from the sky--

or perish by certain
misfortune or natural causes,
like a mortal being, by old age--

or like mists doth it evaporate
at the sight of heat--

or is it like a rose in full bloom
in spring--flourishing,
which withers in autumn,

or does love grow stale and
sour with advancing age,
making it to change its visage?
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