White dress. Red Shoes. Eyeso closed. Dumping Fast. Heart Beats. Monitor breaks. Stop dead in tracks. Returns back again. Wind rush. Black Fog. Step back. Falls deep. Water surfaces. The anchor of a ship isn't so nice now, is it?
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Not really a poem, just what surfaced my thoughts;
I end a question with a question mark. I end an exaggeration with an explanation point. I end a sentence with a period...Hurt...ends...with...sadness...Dead.
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Together, Forever, Always, my love
PoetryYou know those sets of poems that you hide in places of your room hoping that no one will ever read them. Those Poems, or short letters, that share your most darkest and horrific past or thoughts just swirling in your subconscious. Well, I came up w...
