She lived her best
She loved her best
She tried her best
You hurt her best
You hit her best
You broke her best
And the past tense
Works best
Since you'll never
Have to see her again
For the tears you weep
Now that she's gone
Must be those of happiness
She's never coming back
And you know it
~N
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Waves
PoetryThese waves can only be painted with the brush of words, the people only being washed away in this unfathomable sea. ~N [#5 in Poetry on 8/2/18]
