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Can we ever be friends?
Or is our weird collection
Of unfinished business
Far beyond repair?
Could a thing so broken somehow work?
  Feb 3 London Paris
Maddy
5am and the words woke me
Similes and metaphors
Partial ideas and new twists
It happens now and then
Record some and write other things down
This has been going on for years but more often now
I guess I really am a poet and a writer
  Feb 3 London Paris
Traveler
At this very moment
The past no longer exist
What ever happens in the future
My will will not resist

It’s not that I can’t remember
It’s just easier to forget
And leave the ghost behind me
And the shadows of regret
………
Traveler 🧳 Tim
when you left
you took the color with you,
and now the world
is like an old television set,
with muffled sound
that grates the ears,
and a picture
that cuts in and out,
filled with static,
in brilliant black and white,
that's made more of shades of gray.
did your world get more vibrant,
when you de-saturated mine?
or did the color
disappear entirely;
slipping out of your fingers
to be consumed
by the void
where my heart
once lived

Contributed by @the.poetic.gatsby
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"I miss the color in my life"

I really enjoy this writer and authors  work
London Paris Jan 31
You’re
like a dream I never
want to wake up from,
And like a book of poetry,
I can’t stop reading your pages.

Impossible it may seems
You’re all
I desire.
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