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Hi, it's simply me ...Zack. I like to write poetry, usually whatever comes into me while I write, of all types, genres, and emotion. I love constructive critism so thanks for it if you got time. I will return the favor. Thanks and blessid be! |
Holding out my hand
"May I have this dance?"...
Your features; all are darkened
silhouetted by the moon...
This romance
is a blissful night...
We are beaten,
battered, and bruised...
She's a quirky, precarious hue.
Strange in her ways alike...
Listen to your heart tonight.
If it is crying, tell it I will be home...
The better part of me
is thinking I am not okay...
The fear is endless
clearly defined as...
The firelight is shining bright
and the reflection in your eyes...
You told me simple words
that handed me your heart...
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True love may not last, but it was always meant to be. |
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A fact that is so often overlooked by those who strive to achieve a greater purpose: |
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For all that it's worth.... |