It really is quite romantic
I hand her a rose and she smiles sweetly
I crave those smiles
So I give her another
And more the next day
And she rewards me with her expression
I walk through the garden at my roses
All grown fo...
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Talking to you is like talking to a grave
Part of me thinks it means something
Part of me knows what was there is gone
And that as much as I beg and plead
What I loved
Will not come back.
But your grave I cannot mourn
For...
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I
Am a wall.
Hard. Gray.
I was once a piece of a greater power,
Alas;
Now I stand
Lost in a forest
Decorated with graffiti from passers by.
Soft, cool moss grows about my edges,
Small creatures hide their treasures in cra...
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