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Survey poems

How many tears can you cry

knowing that you gave your every try

for the 1 woman you love & is mad fly.

Mad Mad tears flow from this guy,

as the once perfect picture of us lie

in the shattered glass from the frame so high.

Reflections of us mirror from the floor to the sky,

as what you see revealed, is not even worth the try

to make it work, there’s no seeing eye 2 eye.

Wondering what type of strength I will need to get by,

as I try to piece together this thing called life, as if it were pie.

...So I sit here under the midnight sky,

writing my words down to the question of why,

with the cold wind blowing leaving my thoughts dry,

I write down the final words as this man's soul cries,

so feel me as the next few lines begin to die...

to take what is damaged & make beautiful again; sigh...

not this life time... not for this guy... goodbye. . .

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Teddi's picture

My vote goes to this one! :)

Fiona's picture

My 3rd vote goes to this one:)