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These are some poems that I wrote the other day. They ain't that great but tell me what you think.
TO MANY PROMISES Too many promises Too many lies One hearts not broken As another dies Too many tears As she cries Rage boils in her blood As another falls from her eyes While he doesn't hurt He doesn't feel He thinks about his own appeal He know she hurts He knows she cries Her wouldn't care if she dies She waits and hopes And tries to cope With what she's lost Before the frost He sits at home And he fears he's not alone While his eyes trace the floor Footsteps where none were before As he raises his eyes And to his surprise She stands there alone Each and every bone Her tears reach the floor He can't stop her before She is gone again Into the wind Her broken heart Was just another work of art As She Keeps As she fights to keep Her weary heart from sleep She rest her eyes Upon her demise She knits her heart Into a work of art And her heart is torn Each and every thread adorned With a fragile symbol Small as a thimble Of her love And her glory above For what she wished She made a list Of wants and needs For whom she seeks Vote and Comments Please
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