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The Day Poetry Died
she told me to never give up
that I was special
and I believed that shit
till she broke my heart
I was just a teenager
but I understood then
that people lie
and poetry lives
to die
so let’s take it back
even before that
my dad was a drunk
my mom was one cold bitch
it’s no exaggeration to say
I raised myself
I needed something to turn to
bled my first drops of ink
shared it with a friend
a man that has now passed
I saw it in his eyes
he was connected
I wonder when it all ended
I see trickles of what used to be
mostly old perverted creeps
guess those glory days are now gone
because even if the pain was great
so was the poetry
I miss all the friends I made
but like all great things
it was never meant to last
and all I’m left with now
is stories no one cares to hear
that I was special
and I believed that shit
till she broke my heart
I was just a teenager
but I understood then
that people lie
and poetry lives
to die
so let’s take it back
even before that
my dad was a drunk
my mom was one cold bitch
it’s no exaggeration to say
I raised myself
I needed something to turn to
bled my first drops of ink
shared it with a friend
a man that has now passed
I saw it in his eyes
he was connected
I wonder when it all ended
I see trickles of what used to be
mostly old perverted creeps
guess those glory days are now gone
because even if the pain was great
so was the poetry
I miss all the friends I made
but like all great things
it was never meant to last
and all I’m left with now
is stories no one cares to hear
Published 4th Aug 2024
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4th Aug 2024 5:17pm
Sometimes it's not what we say it's how we say it, that it gets the deepness stirring the thoughts of the mind and heart and spiritual soul for poetry will never die not as long as there are unspoken words ✍️ to say from the deepness of the writers thoughts from pen 🖋️ to paper 🗞️👍
