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  • Fallen4Ever
  • is you'll never really see, you'll never really know, not when it comes to me...You'll never even realize these poems are just pieces of my heart when it fell apart

Folded

It was almost game over

I didn’t know

That by the end

I backed myself into a corner

With everything I told for you

Avoiding the fight

Is what I did

Or rather believed

When it was too much

And almost all the cards were on the table

Meaning it was almost done

All I had to do was show mine

But he looked at me with hurt and betrayed eyes

From the cards he already seen

Knowing that he would never look at me the same

As I recalled every hand that I played

I folded

And the game continued

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When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

Fallen4Ever’s Poems (30)

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The claim of blue 1
How fast can I run? 0
Snake 0
Colorful girls, Black Rainbow 0
But only in my dreams 0
The louder Silence 1
That Girl dressed in Black 2
Dude, look at me! (A teen rant) 0
I Wish 0
Grateful 0
Your life 0
Oh lady Hollow 1
Caring (It hurts) 0
COULD YOU LOVE ME? 1
Am I lonely 0
Laugh 0
Lesson Taught well (Thank you) 0
Folded 0
Goodbye 0
I'm Sorry 0
Past reflection 0
She 0
The Four life lessons 0
Truth 1
Shut UP! 0
A disappointmen
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0
Ignore me 0
Real Me 1
Resentment 0
Resentment 0