My grandpa passed one year ago tomorrow,
Wish there was some joy to rid this forsaken sorrow.
This breaching sadness that I haven't felt in a year,
The noticeable pain shown by my tear.
The tears are quick because it was a year ago.
I should be past this, or at least they say so.
But I'm not past this, not one bit.
His death left a hole, a deep darkness, an endless pit.
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My poems have an odd rhythm. Like they are suppose to be spoken aloud but never made it that far.
I wrote this a year ago, but thought I'd post it anyway, tell me what you think. Am I selfish. Am I greedy. Should I do more for the needy.
What a strong word. Beauty .. But what is beauty . It's a gift from God. Beauty is undefined. Beauty can be or mean Anything..
The reason I didn't post for a while was my compose button wasn't working . I deleted the app and downloaded it again it's working now!.
Is alwalys a reality. Take it or leave it. Hate it or live on it. The bottomline is how we deal with it..
Do you miss me. Was the question upon my lips "I miss you" Is what I wanted to hear Do you love me.
"CD Homme Get your style" ..... Just not from us.
Сегодня гуляли с другом по городу и ему позвонила его девушка, предложила покататься на машине. Так как мы были далеко от дома, они решили подвезти меня... Лучше бы я не садился в ту машину.
Times like this are hard, I feel like A retard, So here take my card, And wish the best on my regard, in mean time I'll be in the backyard, Crying over Bernard. Who lived at a barnyard!.
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