If you ever have a tear that hits the floor,
I will clean it up and hold you closer.
I hate to see you sad, I can't bare it any more,
Your smile runs my life so play the composer.
You may of lost your hope and dreams,
But a soul mate will always hold you dear.
Your tears are like gems as they gleam.
I want to wash away the pain and the fears.
Let me pick up the pieces and make the world,
I will hold your hand as it bounds back together.
You may of slipped the hand and watched it all swirled,
But now your back we can watch through any weather.













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I really love the "Let me pick up the pieces and make the world, I will hold your hand as it bounds back together."
awesome work
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Insanity seems to be the cure. Normality seems to be the problem. So tie me up and throw me away. Deep in my padded cell I am happy becuase there is a whole new world there. One where I can be me, and no one expects anything different.
I have not done any poetry for almost a year now. Just hand the urge.
Many thanks!
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You did really well for not writing poetry for a year ^^
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Insanity seems to be the cure. Normality seems to be the problem. So tie me up and throw me away. Deep in my padded cell I am happy becuase there is a whole new world there. One where I can be me, and no one expects anything different.
Glad you enjoy the poem!
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[[ My Poems Have A 37.9% Chance Of Causing Terminal Pregnancy ]]
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