Echoes And Memories

Per Poetryprince13

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Poetry about death and emotions behind it Més

Few To Start
Death Is Such
Six Feet
Cancers Sun
Broken Commitment
Peter Rabbit
Silent Thought
Migraine Still
Boils
Flags
Numbing Hearts
I'm Alright
Wish
Dark Dew
Non-Reformed
Uncomfortable Words
Echoes
Dark Bright Day
Life and Death
Not A Poem

Lifes A Gift

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Per Poetryprince13

You wanted to be a pilot, your flying high
I was only a child, you had to die
Time of your life was one of your favorites
It plays now I still don't hate it

First blow hits the most
So I thought till the next
Was a year later I lost my grandfather hexed
Between the the three I thought why bother
Not dead but a walkout father

Then his friend painting on the tracks
Death was a thing common facts
I will mention a classmate of mine
Sharmini Anadavel slain murdered before her time

Then I read of an acquaintance and cab driver
Family in pain don't be a MacGyver
That was all before twenty years old
Two news stories that were actually sold

Still there came more
It is what it is
Too bad so many
When we were just kids

A lick of the stories I share are true
Of a time with eyes pained, not blue
Or old fables, times of bliss
Too many crosses now that I miss

As they just continue to grow
Meet people your age the story soes
Yet the ones I lost were young
Some days I pray for my own to come

Carry on and pass the ammo
I wear a smile like my camo
Yet lately there's just too much a miss
Had one too many, devils kiss

So live life as if it were a gift
It's in old age you start to sift
Laying on some bed wondering what if
So live each day as if it were a gift

Continua llegint

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