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Highest ranking: #175 in Poetry! (3/15/17)
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Where there is mourning, there is also hope.
Despite the struggles and the losses we mourn-mental, physical, or emotional-good can come out of it.
But even when there seems to be not hope as a...
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I can feel myself in your mind. Every night is the same memory. Every night you're lonely Stuck in your own tragedy.
Some nights I don't feel sorry— Others, my heart is black and blue. But tonight you are not in myhead And the memories I recall are few.
If I were to apologize It would all be untrue. What is true is what I'm feeling now— And that is my heart is no longer glued to you.
I have finally unveiled The tangled thread of lies. There was an iron noose Hidden in your hypnotic eyes.
They say that thorns protect roses But they never told you that thorns can make you bleed. Sweet bitterness, you have chosen me. And for mercy your crushed lips will plead.
When you pick a rose How long before it withers? Your words destroyed my color But I am piercing you like shears.
Get me out of your head, darling. Innocence isn't fooling me. You are dreaming of the woman you desire But that is who I will never be.
"Prince", you have always gotten what you wanted Yet I am slipping from your tossed and unsure soul. You have suffered a great loss. Oh, perhaps you don't always get what you want after all.
