Odds and evens

A Poem by mendedwords

Uplifting as it is the streets reak
Of bleak, lively souls burry soil
The young men grow to be like father
Emotional interests serenaded with poison.

Yeah your right every corner holds memories; summers and half price ice cream. But fireworks of July even fade,
Truth is never concrete, we are building around this, but this is the heart
We remain its dying palse.

© 2014 mendedwords

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Added on January 13, 2014
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mendedwords

Vandalia, OH

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I am a recent college grad who has developed a passion for writing over the past few years, my goal is to find out who I am as a writer and to one day have my poetry published. more..

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