short pieces
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is it?
♥♥♥♥♥ Is it my imagination or my own emotion Whenever I see you around? With your deep blue eyes, I’m melting like ice And my feet are glued to the ...
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Gratitude..
**a poem that formed itself in my mind..dedicated to my best friend..** **reviews will be appreciated..** ~ your smile greets me warmly revealing happiness when you see me your laughter ...
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Back in his Arms..
**another poem for my best friend** **reviews will be appreciated** tearful eyes stare at me, loud accusing voices fill the room; angry words are thrown everywhere, like spears from an ...
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Angel from Above..
**reviews will be appreciated** as i watched the stars glisten in the sky i wished there would be someone who will get them and lay them before my feet... until ...
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Melody's bedroom
please bear with grammar..and i'm open for critics..** Melody's Bedroom Light starts to hide, Replaced by darkness. The sun waves good-bye, The moon takes its place. The stirring noise-- Of ...
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what i've become..
please bear with grammar..and i'm open for critics..** What I've become.. my life started as being a sweet-natured girl, whose curious mind wanted to know what is it that people ...
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everything's okay
I'm gonna smile. I'm gonna laugh. I'm gonna be happy. I'm gonna move on... like everything's okay. I'll smile cause it'll all be over. I'll laugh cause everything will be ...
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i wish..
I wish everything would simply be a dream. And then i could always be with you. but then, Not all wishes do come true. I've promised myself that I'd grow ...
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When You Leave.
I sit by my bedroom window.The sky was dark, bringing the promise of rain.On the sidewalk, someone stood.I squinted my eyes to look closely.He smiled and waved at me.The rain ...
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So Far, Perfect
We used to live inside a fairy tale--With colors, music, life and was, so far, the perfect world,And we were, so far, the perfect pair.We used to be always together--With ...
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Seven Months.
Spoiler! : I know it's a typical story, but I do hope to receive some feedbacks. It isn't often that I write something like this, and I don't really know ...
