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by Mr. Darcy
as the body count
careered out of control those...
I'm reading your mind
Although I won't turn the page...
My father has always been an
Ebrious man, liked more than a...
There was a time and a place
Or maybe a person I forget...
Depression creeps into my mind
Like a subtle virus, starting slowly...
by shadows of saber
Wedding bells chime but I know not for me.
A wedding dress so pretty will never be fitted on...
The saddest tears are the driest ones seen in the bravest smile.
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.
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.