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I am a flower, no longer blooming in summer, drifting with a bitter windI bite my tongue and learn what it means to be free again as someone blows awa..
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Winter, cold and fierceThe snow may be picking up in small little clouds of dust as spring appearsYet not all blossoms before the day of loveSometimes..
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This is a poem that relates back to my first poem "A Poem for My Love" It is the last chapter of the love I felt for that person, despite having it en..
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I feel like a song where the words are goneA melody without notesIn a place without airSuffocating and drowning in silenceWhere your voice was once sh..
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Like clouds drifting, they go slowly.Turning into different things along the way.Breaking into pieces, looking so calm and collected.Looking like none..
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She, a dove flying freely.Held back by a broken wing and me.Yet I set her free.Me, a soul who held on for too long.Gave my heart to her, who couldn't ..
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HappinessA thing worth fighting forSomething I often put under other people'sHappy is and isn't a choiceIt's a forest that I'm lost inI only seem to f..
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We left so bittersweetA twist of tentacle-like emotions pulling me down with every reachAt this moment I'm tired of struggling, of losing oxygenTired ..
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Harlow is just a girl that wants to save her town and her brother. She will do anything, but things go wrong.
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Sometimes drifting awaySometimes holding onThe thing we have is pulling me apartI love you, but I can't get hurtNever againI want to trust and not be ..
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