Writing poems after poem
He starts at sunset
Sometimes Writing until dawn
The words of his emotions
The words of his life song
Life unfilled pours from the pen in his hand
Spilling upon the page
Like a mighty ocean tide
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They were fools to interrupt this day My day Where I was to be wed to the man I love Did they not think I would be armed Did they not thin... -
Stop Just stop Halt Cease No more You had your laugh Joke's over catch your breath Enough already This ain't funny Have you lost i... -
Roses are red Violins play for you Drums Guitar Keyboard too
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