....as moon awaits, to greet your soul
you’ll cross a bridge where lies no troll...
Club to Club Challenge vs R.T.V.W
I have a good heart...
Today has finally came.
Seeing you lying there...
I'm home all alone,
listening to a dead dial tone...
I did not know
that our time would be so brief...
Sometimes
the tinder box...
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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. |