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Poetry

Each of my poems are their own entity, shaded in different hues and personalities. They are empathetic with many universal themes.

desolate dirt

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by kirkpr19

by kirkpr19

Roses are red,

violets are blue,

blood that was shed,

tears sprung anew,

all cause you said,

"I can't love you"

How didn't I see,

within your eyes?

Looking at me,

telling sweet lies.

Took you to the garden,

the place where we met,

I saw your eyes harden,

from the path we set.

Viewed me as a warden,

held you back a regret.

Cutting deep it hurt,

nothing I could say,

my mouth full of dirt,

on that lonesome day.