Idk... Just a few older poems I thought I'd include.
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Young girl
Small, brand new
Open heart
Eyes of dew
Porcelain face
Hair of gold
And her lips
Not too bold
Bangs, pigtails
Out of place
Pastel bows
Of divine lace
Tiaras in silver
Dresses in pink
All the pretty thoughts
You used to think
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Girl, oh girl
Another view
A few years older
Nothing quite new
Simplistic life
To never grow old
Like Peter pan
His tales so bold
Childish laughter
And tasseled hair
Rain puddles, ladybugs
And canned sweet pears
Sitting on the ledge
Of a grassy, vast hill
Never thinking about
What you'd write in your will
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Older now wiser
You've grown up girl
But only beginning
The devils twirl
You've learned that
People are pretty mean
When your different from
The group where they gleam
And now, at this time
You've come to realize
That all you are
Is pretty white lies
So drop the veil
And show your stripes
Before you leave
And lose your fight
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dead
As old as you'll get
Cuz you lost long ago
And in your mind
Thoughts resemble snow
Now your drowning
Nothing new
Don't bother to save me
I'll anchor you
Live in your mind
Can't take it anymore
You live your life
Like a shut door
And on the last chance
You've now downed those meds
No pulse now, at glance
Now your dead
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Can we all agree That we all have felt
Betrayed
Abandoned
Humiliated
And that there was nothing we could do
And that to fix our selves ended up making ourselves worse
Than
We
Started
What i f I said we couldn't change ever, no matter what
Would you regret it all or remain subtle and calm
If
I
Said
We had to live With the way we treated ourselves
And never change, could you do it?
Day
After
Day
This is impossible to ask of someone
It is like trying to get a bird who has broke its wing to fly like
It
Never
Happened
So think, before you do something
It could change you forever
Really
It
Could
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You scratch at your black chipped nails, then glance up to meet my eyes
We talk a while, then subside
Your dark eyes tell me you haven't slept
Your gentle expression
I haven't quite met
Your hair, messed and flat
And tall and thin, with a thing for cats, and similar thinking
On troubles, no end
Forever ongoing or never and dead
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So theres a few old poems, I hope you liked them..?
Idk
-chloe
