I write what I feel at the particular moment of jotting things down. I don't know the professional styles to forming poetry...my feelings just pour onto paper. I enjoy reading and writing poetry.
I love you simple because you’re you….
My days with you are never blue….
You’re kind, gentle, loving, giving….
You’re warm hearted, hardworking, and caring…
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My heart is scarred, broken, bound emotionally from his games.
Feelings could never be the same as in the beginning; it’s much too late for them to ever return. It’s just too late for things to change.
I don’t want them to rekindle; they were artificial afterall due to his true intentions and actions and behavior towards my love.
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What to do when you know your mom is preparing to die?
I just sit back, shake my head, and heavily sigh;
Sadness overwhelms me to even think about…
To think one day, an earthly mother, I’ll be without;
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