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POEMS

I’m sitting here wondering why
Why I’m about to write this
When I promised myself that I wouldn’t even try
But why is it that no matter what I do
Some how my thoughts
Suddenly become of you
I’ve tried writing just to write
Because it’s something that I like to do
As hard as I try, no matter what I think of
Somehow my poems end up being about you
But why is it, why are you still there
In the back of my mind
When to me it’s so clear
That friends is all we’ll ever be
I guess it’s so hard to let go
When I had so many dreams of you & me
Still my poems
Cry for you all the time
With letters for tears
& Words that scream
Trying to reach your heart
So that together we could share this beautiful dream

It’s kind of funny to think
How a simple smile
Or even the smallest wink
Can make a person fall head over heels
Sometimes you’re lucky
Sometimes you’ll end up like me,
Writing poems hoping my words
Can get you to see me a little differently
But in the end
I’m left with a bunch of poems to serve as a reminder
Of a time when my heart surrendered its self completely

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Poetry comes nearer to vital truth than history.

Plato (BC 427-BC 347) Greek philosopher.

FREDAROMO’s Poems (13)

Title Comments
Title Comments
Your Magic 1
For A Moment 1
POEMS 0
LIKE THOSE POETS 0
HAVE YOU EVER... 1
Broken 1
What Did I Do 3
I Wish 1
Lately 1
In Your Eyes 0
THANK YOU 0
Someone 2
Can I Use You 2