My Untitled Poem About WinterLike so many diamonds sparkling in the night. A new fallen snow glistens. In the winter moon's cold light.My Untitled Poem About Winter
A high steppin' steed its clip clop rhythm with harness bells jingling. Adds musical charm.
To a romantic ride through the moonlit night. As it pulls the sleigh across a carpet of white.
Nestled beneath a blanket warm watching the icy panorama unfold. In the air your breath a cloud hangs suspended in the cold.
Snow laden pines waft their fragrance gently across the air. Infusing the night with swee
For A Friend... Forever GoneWhy did you leave me alone, In this world so cold? When my fading dreams Are all that I can hold. Why is it that when you were alone, I was there for you? I dropped everything in my life, To see what I could do. I just wanted to make you happy, Lighten up your life, Remove all of your pain, And destroy all of your strife.For A Friend... Forever Gone
And then things got better, Your life steadied out, Your pain went away, Along with all your doubt. Yet now when things get bad for me, Where are you? How can you suddenly tell me, That our friendship is thru? &
My Name Is EmmilineMy name is Emmeline I will never forget this night. Tonight is the night I will die. Soon I will see heavan's light.My Name Is Emmiline
I made me some crayons, At about age fifteen. I drew of my despair and misery, I drew me, poor little Emmeline.
I drew with much black, The finest color of them all. But a silk white flowing dress, Cloths me as I draw my final fall.
Every night I would pray to live, So I can finish my final expression. But now I know I can't, Even though I've made much progression.
My tears will stain the canvas, Lif
Dieing In Your ArmsEvery night I sit here and cry With pure emotion Falling from my eyes No one knows I'm up here No one really cares They never even realized I was standing there I dared to show them And try to make them see Show them what I wanted And who I want to be But the people I love Have turned they're backs on me Though I have grown older A child is what they see I am not worth Just a minutes time To them I don't deserve To have someone by my side I have bite marks on my tounge From all the things I never said I don't thiDieing In Your Arms
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