Tag: poet
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Bidding Adieu
Come sit with meOne last timeLet me relive theMemories and painsLet me talk to youAbout the momentsFor which we are hereTogether in this wildernessLet me go back in timeTo the bits and piecesWhere we metSince thenYou’ve become an Ever-growing part of meToo heavy to handleToo big to carryI want to spend The final timesBiding AdieuFinally…
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I want to arrive at my death a little late
I want to arrive at my death a little lateDraped in the silk cloth with a capeGliding slowly across the long walkWith slow murmuring and hushed talk I want to arrive at my death a little lateBecause I want to first celebrateI want to make an epic sceneAnd tell everyone how I have been I…
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The fear of the unknown
The unknown grabs metwists my guts and turns them around.Not knowing the outcomelocks me to the ground. It grapples meto the hooks of routineaccepting what isfor the ordinary thing. It makes me want to staywhere I should be leavingand be afraid of doingwhat might be the right thing. It ties me down in my very…
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Things are meant to be
If things are meant to be,Nothing you do matters;However unlikely they seem,Even if they are in tatters. All the obstacles you counted,And all the negatives you saw;There’s always a way that works,That’s the goddamn law! If people are meant to be together,They will end up so;All they must do is trust,And just go with the…
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Friends
They put you down,They lift you up;They turn you around,And make you a clown. They embarrass you,And put you in trouble;Make fun of you,And burst your little bubble. They make you laugh,They make you cry;They understand your heart,Even when your eyes are dry. They support you,Through thick and thin;And have your back;Even when you are…
INSIDE MY MIND WITH ZIL 