I get to look at the walls
and have them remind me why people fall in love.
The painting of those who are gone and those who are dead.
Those who have lived
and those who have loved.
Like lovers eyes who stare
like it's the first time they
have ever scene you.
And the last way they ever will.
-N.R
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Odds and Ends
PoetrySometimes I feel emotions I can't hold in. The odds and ends of poetry and thoughts for anyone to pick my brain. God knows it's a mess
