Making poem is like expressing your inner self. Who you really are and what you really feel. It really feels great when someone likes your choice of words and critiques you constructively.
I don’t know how to explain
the sorrows and pain I burden
in my heart lies within
for you and I will part once again
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I am all alone in this bench
Trying to recall all the time I have been wasted
Time of laughters, sadness and regrets
For loving you among the rest
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Each time I can see you
Each time I can hear you
Attempting, convincing
That he cannot love you so
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To God I have promised
I have vowed
To love and to hold
Thy beauty you behold
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I know how to smile
Breath by breath when I sigh
I know when to cry
In a minute I would die
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