You a here, but not the you I used to know. Sometimes I still see the ghost of the you I used to love. You were the greatest friend a deep soul. But you turned to humor cold. You hide the real you I don't know why but some day I will break open that diamond door and find the real you I missed so much inside.
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Angel's Poems
PoetryA collection of poems I have written some of which are in books of mine or posted individually for votes. Some of them are kinda cheesy or typical. I hope you like them. Also some of the poems were written specifically for the books that they are fr...
