"dager" poems - Hello Poetry

done with the I miss you flu the sickness of the sickest done with take me back river of tears white water rafting right out of this place done with blood stained dager stares going blind to every promise you made me done with every part of you consider me gone

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Feb 9, 2015

Feb 9, 2015 at 10:14 PM UTC

aliciaamajor

disheartening goodbye

done with the I miss you flu the sickness of the sickest done with take me back river of tears white water rafting right out of this place done with blood stained dager stares going blind to every promise you made me done with every part of you consider me gone

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Under that palm tree, We once laughed at lazy farmers, Across that path we were made novice lovers, Then you smiled, You knew, I knew what you meant, Right there we once danced in the rain, Smile days after days, Beneath that Carriage we first made love, But its over, and forgotten, Like a stone at the bottom of the ocean, We left dager in our biased heart, Sort of two stones thrown I different directions, Everyday owing each moment, that I have vividly imagine, Pictured place perfectly in my heart, My old diary of great mystery, Mysteries we fathomed, Seemed to be fantasy and shield phantom, You reveled to me, My old brown dairy you gave me, All pages up here In my memory, With a golden ribbon

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Jul 3, 2016

Jul 3, 2016 at 10:28 AM UTC

Drunk_poet

My old diary

Under that palm tree, We once laughed at lazy farmers, Across that path we were made novice lovers, Then you smiled, You knew, I knew what you meant, Right there we once danced in the rain, Smile days after days, Beneath that Carriage we first made love, But its over, and forgotten, Like a stone at the bottom of the ocean, We left dager in our biased heart, Sort of two stones thrown I different directions, Everyday owing each moment, that I have vividly imagine, Pictured place perfectly in my heart, My old diary of great mystery, Mysteries we fathomed, Seemed to be fantasy and shield phantom, You reveled to me, My old brown dairy you gave me, All pages up here In my memory, With a golden ribbon

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little girl on the street with the beat in her feet taping to the rhythmic rthey of the world rather than just walking and gathering the grim facts of life but not this Corona street girl now a teenage girl alone in the world she knows the world people is a dager

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Jul 7, 2012

Jul 7, 2012 at 3:06 AM UTC

leslie-marie

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little girl on the street with the beat in her feet taping to the rhythmic rthey of the world rather than just walking and gathering the grim facts of life but not this Corona street girl now a teenage girl alone in the world she knows the world people is a dager

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