As I cry in each poem I ever made,
I realize that pain will not completely fade.
I want to be a child forever,
So our memories stay close together.
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No one would ever really know,
How much I couldn't let go.
For thoughts of you are what I've got left,
It's what death couldn't get through theft.
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I'll miss you on all my coming birthdays,
It doesn't matter is what my heart says,
For I'll love you always anyway
Even though it kills me every day.
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August 2 2015
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R.I.P. (Radical. Immortal. Poetry.)
PoésieI live and I will die but my words soar high written in skies of paper, allowed me to live forever. - Snippets of my soul in a piece of paper. R.I.P. originally stands for "Rest in peace." Coincidentally, I find that peace upon writing poetry and p...
