friends gone
Those tears.
Trickled quite becoming.
Here at my reclusive home.
And out there.
They hold me hard to you
My friends.
There is never an end
To love and friends
No matter how far we go.
We will rise up every morning
Like me you will probably feck up
Knowing this friend of yours
Is laughing at these absurdities.
The tears may cloud sight momentarily...
Nothing changes our vision.
Trickled tears are salty enough.
Poetry by jenks
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Written on 2010-10-15 at 03:18
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Absurd
I think they were just enoughThose tears.
Trickled quite becoming.
Here at my reclusive home.
And out there.
They hold me hard to you
My friends.
There is never an end
To love and friends
No matter how far we go.
We will rise up every morning
Like me you will probably feck up
Knowing this friend of yours
Is laughing at these absurdities.
The tears may cloud sight momentarily...
Nothing changes our vision.
Trickled tears are salty enough.
Poetry by jenks
Read 474 times
Written on 2010-10-15 at 03:18
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