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Green comes in the spring
Birds fly over the blue sky
Why'd you have to die?
And here I lie
Just waiting
For death to come
to stop my hearts beating
Then I'll be with you
Forever in love
I'll be with you, Darling
To watch the world from Above.
Birds fly over the blue sky
Why'd you have to die?
And here I lie
Just waiting
For death to come
to stop my hearts beating
Then I'll be with you
Forever in love
I'll be with you, Darling
To watch the world from Above.
Literature
Rear-View Mirror
One full tank, churning. One question, waiting. One road, stretching out forever. Oh, on and on it went. It went to the edge of the world, and as Susan wound it in, only more appeared. This was true bliss.
The bliss was only slightly tarnished by having to stop for gas somewhere on the border of Susan-Didn't-Care. There had been no chance in the longest time, and this one came part and parcel with a tiny town in the middle of nowhere. Since it was lunchtime, she decided to give the place a try for food. Her resolution to only bring what was needed had excluded snacks.
She stopped to get some take-out she could eat while walking.
Literature
The Ace of Broken Hearts
Once again the predicament which plagues my life has come upon me.
Oh, go ahead if you will, cry out to me "Oh what pitiful stuff" and declare there is no curse upon the poor retch that is I.
This aching heart is held together with duct tape, staples and stitches. Signs of the sad attempts I have made to bandage wounds that will never fully heal.
This is the curse that rests upon my soul. That I must love and love with all my heart. Never to receive the same level in return from the ones who receive it from me.
Worse still is my complete incapacity to hate, which is supposed to help the heart recover after the break, but no, no hate resid
Literature
aches
my body twitches chest cracks cracks
eyes water wrists rolls shoulders fall in tense up
please is not enough
you will not understand any better than i do
why this place smashes a hole under my ribs every passing day
bars my arms in
and nothing is enough but
leaving
is impossible
This is an old poem of mine. The first stanza was a haiku and I decided to change it into a poem. Please favorite, comment, and/or follow. Thanks. 
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