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hey everyone, some people know I love to write poetry, some people don't it's one of the best ways I know to express my emotion since i can't always show what I'm feeling I write it instead. Then again some people know i have an avid obsession to Creed which is kind of sad, but whatever if you don't like it, eat me:) Anyways I thought I would share one of my recent works with you, well whoever reads this blog.

It's cold,
not a cold like wintertime,
a cold, like shivers,
down your spine,
on a late July night.

she said she loved you,
she only loved the idea,
of you,
of loving you,
you made her dreams,
reality.

She turned yours,
to stone.

Sit alone,
wash away her memory,
in the stream,
of tears,
that won't fall.

when the warm wind blows again,
you'll find your loving angel,
the air in late July,
it will not,
be cold.

well that's all not my greatest but w/e thanks for listening!