You are my favorite memory
Of things I should avoid
Love comes in many forms
And you were not one
Having a heart of gold
Is the heaviest burden
Admitting that you cared isn't a weakness
It is a great strength
Don't wait from them to realize their mistake
A life with no wonder
Is not a life at all
It's easier to miss what could've been
Instead of what was or what is
People will always let you down
Do yourself a favor and don't do the same
When we try to destroy others
We only hurt ourselves more
About the Creator
Cordell
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I have loved writing poetry for a long time, but I have never shared any with the world. Receiving feedback and comments would be amazing so I can continue to improve on something I like to do.
The Devil's Cut
“Comrade, finally you’re awake.” The voice was smooth, sensual. A flickering incandescent bar was all that lit the white, sterile room. All Vladimir remembered was everything going black. He tried to move his arms and found them strapped to the gurney.
By Matthew J. Fromm5 days ago in Fiction
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