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Hailey A Carlson Oct 2013
When did we change
The stars rearrange
I'm not happy anymore
But whose to blame
Open wound and some salt
Was it all my fault
I love you I love you
And I love you more
That more turned to mourn
As we were slowly torn
Etched in my memories
You'll always remain
But when I remember
It starts to rain
Not all at once
This happened to us
It occured In no rush
No sudden crush
It took the type of time
You don't really find
Until it's overdue
And floods into your mind
Now I'm on an unpiloted plain
Through a hurricane of pain
How could you be so vain?
Universe Poems May 2023
Life is full of drones
Unpiloted
They can be as small as your hand,
or large like an aircraft stand
These drones are aerial vehicles,
performing an impressive range of tasks
These crafts don't want to fly freely
They drain your mood really
Always smile
Be grateful for life
The people that are there,
are the ones that care
Don't ever let anyone,
affect your aerial craft
Keep it free,
from drones that are moody

© 2023 Carol Natasha Diviney

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