Poems from deardiaryimalive
Clear sky and open hearts.
Cloudless minds and worlds of art.
Floating here I see my fate,
Up upon that golden gate.
I see it here I see it...
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What if? A odd, unanswerable question we all ask at least once in our lives.
What if a pencil had feelings?
Would it feel what it wrote...
Shaking. Always shaking, maybe not physically but mentally. Something is just buzz buzz buzzing. Your mind, it races. Racing back and forth...
Ornament up on the tree
You have always meant the world to me.
You’re bad times and old love... but beautiful
You remind me of my...
My Little Bird.
Little bird so soft, so sweet.
I give you all my treats.
The seed, and the crusts
Of all my breads I bake..
I’d do...