I have always found poems to be the soul of the english language where one may imprint into the page what one feels at a moment.
The moon shines upon her face.
Yet her glow shames all of space.
And i glance at her with haste.
For I am nervous that she notice that I am in daze
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I remember the warmth of the sun
I remember the shine of that smile
I remember the heat of your hand
I wished it would never end
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i miss you but i can`t have you back,
because it is already too late;
wasted all my precious time
screwing around with a fake.
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red eyes, truly the eyes of the devil
red eyes are there when you despair
red eyes are innate when you hate
red eyes are present when your indecent
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Just like the bird song gentle and sweet
Always present when in need like an angel from above.
Notoriously fun like Disneyland
Ever blazing like the sun
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