Love and Life, Oh my.
So beautiful, but sad too.
But I’m blessed to feel.
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Her mind a disease,
of what could have beens and love
that’s all poetry now
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Heart of stone but eyes
of pure gold and lips of soft
satin, she was trouble.
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I was fire and you
were too, we burned too bright and
left third degree burns.
The taste of coffee,
a mix of bitter and sweet,
reminds me of you.
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