For awaking on me
My ability to write
To put the tears in the paper
In organized thoughts...
Thank you for helping me
Build better walls
Where sadness and pain
Are not welcomed...
I am rebuilding now
A place of safety...
But thank you thought...
For awaking the poet on me
That was long death...
The poet really thank you.
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Flowers to celebrate me To brighten my heart with the colors of life! April flowers for a flower... -
I wish that your mornings Be bright, with clear skies That you walk in good paths And that you might have Many reasons to smile I wish that...
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It hurts Sometimes To cut the ties With what you love Because Your own sanity Is at play It hurts Like when a bird Opens the. Cage And flye...
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