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Poetry

Short story, long stories, stories that must rhyme and by written poetically, I think. I might add my earlier poems to this collection also.

Run

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by iwillian3

by iwillian3

I'm learning to bend

Is that such a good thing

This has broken me friend

Though I can't remember to forget the good times

Was there any and can there be

Will there be more good times for me

Besides my mind is still missing

But I don't miss it baby

Must bring back my heart first baby and it must be worthy

Maybe then for my mind we'll go searching

I put the cigarettes in my pocket and the wind starts whistling

I realize my mind has been gone for so long I forgot it was missing

The temperature is cold outside now and the sky is falling

The ground is covered in white and my brain starts reminiscing

A new spring has sprung on my steps

And I spill my drink on the way out

Splitting my halo as I hit the ground

Spitting teeth out all around

Words with no meaning

What does this mean for us

Inside outside the wind starts chasing my down

I'm having fun now getting wet and seeing how fast I can run