Into Smithereens: Informal. Fragments or splintered pieces
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We write poems for the ones we lost.
Poetry is the water to our growing souls.
••After overcoming a difficult fight,
And a lot of cryi...
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I call you when I'm free, You're my magic, you're my tree, I like you buzzing like a bee You are you, and I'm me..
Everything changed from love to hate, That's our awkward fate.. Everything was on your plate, But you were never up-to-date! There was a way, but you chose the gate, But don't worry, everything's now great.
Your actions always followed the trend, But they didn't lead you to a happy end. You turned to be a stranger, not even a friend!
But where should you now be? Guess be sitting under a sheltering tree?!
No, you must be in an abandoned place, And I am here in a state of grace.
Things never stay the same, But there isn't anyone to blame, One day we're best-friends, another I don't know your name, Isn't this just a shame? Yet, life is a hard game!
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