Even though the sound of my cries
Can only be heard in my mind...
A vase of roses sits upon my table
I just can't bear to touch or toss...
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I have a good heart...
My legacy is in the care I've put into other's.
It's a shame they won't remember half of it...
Come here now and drink from my eternal well
It's ever flowing with the mixture you all created...
I said my final goodbyes
And you never even knew...
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The saddest tears are the driest ones seen in the bravest smile. |
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Don't tell one who writes of grief to rethink their "I" statements. When you know they had tears on their hands as they wrote, don't say the poem could be better. You might as well say their grief could be worse. |
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If someone shares a poem with you that is meant to help close an open wound, they don't want your opinion. They want your hand on their shoulder, gripping it tight. |