Last sacrifice

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Last sacrifice

Abundant potential
Beautiful regrets
Lingering doubts
She can’t seem to forget

Decaying in sorrow
But he will soar
For being apart
Matters no more

Dark rimmed glasses
Friday night drives
The last sacrifice
Is lost in her eyes

Overlapping memories
Sky dancers they are
He can join them
And dwell in a star

Beyond the broken road
She touched the sun
There was no choice
He was the one

Heavenly invites
She boldly refused
The choices we make
We can not choose

Her final gift was
A powerful smile
No turning back
Not for awhile




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oooh..

Another great rhyming poem. Well done, guys! Not too Lucky the Leprechaun.

Anyway, I thought this poem was really good. Beautiful, more like. I really wish I could give you something helpful...but i can't think of anything at the moment.
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wonderful!
Powerful short snappy words vague yet so clear really god rhyming thanks for sharing it with us!!
'Sadistic lies we form like the web of a spider, the truth we hide like our flaws.'




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I like this. Clear and to the point.



I was flummoxed by fractious Franny's decision to abrogate analgesics for the moribund victims of the recent conflagration. Of course, to display histrionics was discretionary, but I did so anyways, implicating a friend in my drama to make the effect cumulative. I think a misanthrope would have a prosaic appellation, perhaps one related to autonomy and the rejection of anthropocentrism. I think they wouldn't think much of the prominence of watching the coagulation of tea to prognosticate future malevolent events, not even if those events were related to jurisprudence.
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