Updated: Oct 7, 2022
I let you hurt me again
Repeatedly trample over my heart
Never would you abstain
This ride has come to a halt
For you wouldn’t refrain
And ever finding fault
Inflicting such pain
Without a word would you depart
While wondering within a vault
Held captive my brain
My soul lay bare to sprinkle salt
Little tales wrapped in Nature is garb Worn out warrior spirit Outpour my heart within a blurb Make a mark before my exit Someone to pick...
As an amateur poet with a tiny stature, To be mentioned among friends of Stuart Each one so affluent A group of folks so kind in nature...
He was just one of us, One could hardly differentiate. What demons predominate? Destruction became his entire focus. None could be...
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