Peace

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    Peace


    Just the other day

    Out of the blue

    I bumped into you

    And was

    Immediately

    Thrown into the past

    Thought at last

    Here’s my chance

    To say what’s on my mind

    When you left you never me gave time

    To express my side

    Or scream my good bye

    Tell you I don’t need you

    You’ll miss me soon

    Just thinking of you

    Blows my mind

    Its been some time

    And now I find

    I don’t know why

    I felt I couldn’t do better

    Didn’t deserve to ever

    Be happy and content

    Elated and free

    Thought I needed you next to me

    But as you can see

    I’m just as fine

    As can be

    With a smile on my face

    The look on yours

    Plainly states

    Damn I messed up

    When you realize

    You’ve been replaced

    Can’t erase

    What’s been done

    Sorry son

    Your loss, his gain

    Now I feel the pleasure

    While you feel the pain

    At night you whisper my name

    Having wet dreams

    As you come clean

    From your overdose

    On thoughts of me

    And as you get closer

    I feel my temper rise

    And I’m surprised

    When I have nothing to say

    Its better this way

    I’ve moved on

    You kicked me while I was down

    When I needed you

    You were no where to be found

    But hey

    It’s a brand new day

    And my rent as well as my other bills are paid

    And the skies are blue

    Without you

    There’s sunshine instead of rain

    I look in the mirror

    And I see me

    Where your face you to be

    And the look on yours

    Is priceless

    In shame you hang your head

    And just the sight of you

    Gives me peace

    And there are no words

    Needed to be said.

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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

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