I
miss
everything
and
nothing
about
you
and
most
times
that’s
the
hardest
part.
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I
miss
everything
and
nothing
about
you
and
most
times
that’s
the
hardest
part.
Happiness
& Love
killed
the poem.
As
for
the poet,
he lived
mourned his loss
then learned to love again.
Be cautious
of those people
having the best day,
they’re usually
hiding something
insidious.
Some times
a man
must
pull the wool
over his own eyes,
just to make it through the day.
Most days
all we can do
is try,
try without motive
without reason
but with trust
in ourselves
that tomorrow
is another day
to try.
Don’t be ashamed.
We’re all going somewhere,
even if that somewhere feels like nowhere,
it’s still somewhere.
And you know what?
You won’t be the only one there.
Honest.
I’ll be seeing you.
Purple sky.
Blinking lights and a deep sigh.
Cars pass by.
We
are
a
dime
a
dozen.
And
nobodies
asking
for
a
dozen
of
dimes.
There
is a
brief
window
as a kid
where
they
don’t know
about
overtime
morning commute
time and a half
cut hours
nor should they,
because
they’re kids,
kids who need to let the adults speak
you tell them all the time
so
when
the kid’s
all grown up
and wants nothing to do with you
don’t forget
all
those
times
the kid
just wanted to play.
The
world’s
got me
beat up
again.
Like
every
great fighter
on the ropes,
I
can’t quite get the sweat from my eyes,
blurring my vision
of the battle
I’m sure
to
Win.