Club to Club Challenge vs R.T.V.W
I have a good heart...
Today has finally came.
Seeing you lying there...
I was planning to plant
you a garden, to plant...
It never leaves my mind,
Just buried deep and away...
I am the lonely dark rider
Born beyond the gates...
Giants roam my dreams
Destroying all that seems...
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The saddest tears are the driest ones seen in the bravest smile. |
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Don't tell one who writes of grief to rethink their "I" statements. When you know they had tears on their hands as they wrote, don't say the poem could be better. You might as well say their grief could be worse. |
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If someone shares a poem with you that is meant to help close an open wound, they don't want your opinion. They want your hand on their shoulder, gripping it tight. |