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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...
Oh Mr. Pretender, have you finally fallen By your own sword? My predictions have rang true And you have not received the last word.
Sweet precious toy, are you unsure of what to say? Take a moment, I know your heart will speak soon. You are holding onto my fingertips But I am shaking you off with your own doom.
Son of nightmares, you are being consumed by your own dreams. You are oblivious to the mess you have created. Starving pauper, you are full of fear You have no idea what has made it.
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Silence yourself, for your answers have risen. Close your lips, for they are your destruction. You speak so eloquently and appear confident among all. But the truth is you have struggled to function.
I have closed my ears to your mouth And so I have been free of your treachery. But unfortunately you have become lost along your way And you have resolved to love's bribery.
I am standing among the found And I dread the sight of your disappearance. But I am no longer serving your heart And so, to a life of loss you have been sentenced.
Verbally invasive pretender, proud among all. Have you regrets, or shame? I have no apology for you, For you have shattered your own sacred name.
— A / N: This poem has multiple meanings and topics. Can anyone guess any of them? Remember to think outside the box! 📦
