I found a painting I did when I was in great grief next to it a few words that went like this; what is the past?"something we can not bypass" so I will take my brush and stroke by stroke I will paint your eyes with the color of your heart I know it hurts but I must move on "Please darling accept.. ..that I am gone"
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Poems about me
PoetryThis are the pomes I already posted on comafull, sadly the webside closed
