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Tolani Agoro Apr 2015
There was a girl, happy as can be
Until she started getting demons no one could see
They tortured her mind, day and night
Until she found a boy who showed her the light
He showed her she was as beautiful as can be
Until one day her herself began to see
She was determined to be happy all for him
She knew it would be hard but she dared to dream
One day she did it, she was happy and smiled
His number was the first thing she diled
He taught her that it's the good things she should see
I hope you realise this poem is about you and me.
I wrote this a while ago and I thought why not post it and maybe inspire some people because sometimes we can go into really dark  places and just need someone or something to pull you back to the light
Tolani Agoro Apr 2015
There's something about sadness that feels like home.
Tolani Agoro Apr 2015
I am the flower that didn't bloom,
The broken record, out of tune,
Oh won't you love me, please hear my plight,
Because you're the thing my mind plays at night,
A rich symphony in your right,
I give into you without a fight,
You fill my lungs with much needed air,
You can't go,
Don't even dare,
For without you, I fall apart,
And that unbloomed flower, left, with a broken heart.

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