In front of that maple tree
Someone spoke to me
Said that i should not do it
As pain is not what I desire
He guided me closely
His hand at my back
Towards the fogged up mirror
Where I then stand
He lead my hand to swipe away
All the blurryness I felt
And smiling I then stood alone
My companion far long gone
~inspired by a wonderful friend of mine.
You will always be loved, Angel
-BrynCL
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Poems of Them
PoesíaMultiple poems are held inside here. Those are the kind to be written from experiences, Knowledge, Dreams and goals. Yet also hold disturbing pictures, at least for some. A life is not always pretty. Mind yourself.
