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I turn the truth upside down to get a clear view,
The moon was white but now I see it blue,
The path I must take looks full of roses, all red,
But the thorns on them only too sharp, I dread,
The happiness that comes with despair,
The ridicules that come with a stare,
When a best friend turns into a stranger,
Like a butterfly turning into a caterpillar,
When our hospitable smiles turn too cold,
And the words giving breath to life go untold,
The days go by unnoticed and become more than a few years,
Memories become faint, something time effortlessly clears,
Preserving grudges that can never expire,
The blazing hatred that does not seem to tire,
We appear not to be there when we are,
Such a thought should never go as far,
As far as becoming a remorseful reality,
When friends start losing their identity,
A fresh start is only necessary if groundwork was pathetic,
And if it was to that degree, then I'm truly apologetic.
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Letters To Rhyme
PoetryA collection of random, mostly romantic, poems written by me. ☆ I turn the truth upside down to get a clear view, The moon was white but now I see it blue, The path I must take looks full of roses, all red, But the thorns on them only too sharp, I d...
