I want to lie beneath the pines, gaze at the stars, the moon, the sky. Feel the breeze as I close my eyes, and caress your lips as I start to die.
This is another true story of a rose bush I found in the woods in my youth. A story of no matter how bleak things look that life can surprise you and against all odds something can make it. I hope you all enjoy it even if it's a bit silly. I'll also post a picture of my little rose as it is now :)...
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this is a poem I've needed to get out a while, about a girl I met and loved who lived in England. She lost a child and she pushed me away, which I understand, but it didnt hurt any less :(
She came into my life like a spring storm in Tennessee.
She was older, 9 years, from a town across the sea.
From a...
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