This was an experimental poem. I saw someone do a...
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I used to see you each morning,
when I awoke to start my day...
Im so sorry my dear Ana
This is my last goodbye...
A secret
One that I want to tell...
These blue eyed tears of mine
Run down my cheeks and make them shine...
Did you hear that?
Oh, that must be her...
Here's a story of two girls...
One lost and "confused"...
I'm tired of feeling this way.
my body is way to tired to feel your face...
Fairytales and daydreams,
Just illusions before my eyes...
My Dearest Brother
Can neither walk nor run...
Paint me something, my artist,
As I need to see your words...
Sitting beside your grave
It seems like I can see your face...