Lie upon lie, like a widow to a
fly;
My need for the truth, I tried to deny.
For somewhere in my mind
I know now for real;
At some point in my life -
My heart you did steal.
But returned it in pieces, and who would've known
That those fragments I've nurtured
Have since turned to stone;
So with feel…
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Widow
Drug
All I have is now,
now is where it ends;
an end to sum it all,
what started first as friends.
But soon grew into love,
a love that fell too fast;
an outline of who we were,
now hidden in the past.
I read this poem everytime, and I can't help but realise how true it actually is. Sometimes I wish there rea…
Retard
She does not have a leg,
He cannot hold his fork;
She’s bald
He cannot see beyond his nose.
He cannot walk a step,
She cannot work a stove;
He’s scared
She cannot hold him in his hands.
I don't really know why ... honest. But I love this one. I remember writing this in college - words just flowing…
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