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Its been a year Since I’ve seen your spine But after the fourth beer I could tell that you were mine My dear It was a sign We met on the pier Drank down the wine Since then, its been clear That we were on cloud nine Bright like a chandelier Till we lost our shine.

The days linger by without your voice, Everyday I check the obituaries Is this your choice? Ive been told before to not overreact, So I’m trying my best I know everybody needs a break now and then Was I being a pest? I love you. The million dollar question remains unsolved Are we over? Has our love already dissolved? I’ll keep writing letters Till death takes me

I am suffering from depression. Every stitch I crochet is a sad thought. These chains last for miles. I often sell them but the money doesn't help the depression. Some chains are created from suicide thoughts. I keep crocheting chains to hopefully fill the hole in my heart. But alas, material objects cannot fill holes. One day, a goddess comes by to admire my melancholy creations. Her eyes are of emeralds. She asks me why I am depressed. I just simply put a finger to my mouth and say shh. People will usually walk away when I do this. But she follows suit. I am shocked. Finally someone who understands. You can continue to be depressed and I ca

When I meet somebody For the first time We would chat for hours Talking about something different For a few days But after that time Theres nothing left I wish we could go back to the beginning And keep repeating So we would never run out of things To talk about I keep chasing yesterday So we could talk The laughs gone Finding something new about that person Gone Its more fun Learning more of a stranger Than being stuck In the same moment with a friend I could move on But for some reason I want to stay with the same person Even though there’s only Hey and whats up Forever I hope not

I thought I struck pyrite While I really discovered the real thing I was ignorant To miss something So beautiful In front of me You're the orchid of the flowers The peacock of the birds The eighth wonder of the world I must bid you adieu And hope that you will discover The person that deserves you