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Gathering my thoughts, I put pen to paper,
Wondering if of all the reasons, "Is it her"?
Anyhow some poetry was long due,
Surprisingly even she had a similar point of view.
This poem was supposed to be with her tonight,
Who cares about the poem, but to make things worse I have also been deprived of her sight.
I had planned out a few things in my head,
Perhaps they'll stay up here till I'm dead.
Fare thee well, as you travel to the countryside,
Ashamed as I wasted my chance to stand up and be counted and instead chose to hide.
I hope the plans in my head have a short life,
Cause all I do is add to the strife.
Muddled and confused inside my head,
The only solution I can find is going back to bed.
I pity myself and only bring trouble onto others,
Fare thee well, as this poem is truly her's.
This is my chronological collection. Read for yourselves. And I look forward to hear your opinions.
3068 Launches
Part of the Poetry collection
Published on July 08, 2015
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