Dan Little Poems

the point is to break you
yet with every attempt
i grow more content
i came for a reason
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reflections of now
and thougts of then
life slips by
and i question again
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i arise
i brush the snow off my bitten face
a strange comfort smothers my body
chilled winds clear the air infront of my eyes
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it's 2: 35 and time stops
reflecting on yesterday
an unwilling tear drops
October 5th Rest In Peace Forever
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It was born as a gentle stare
And grew into something I just cannot bear
The touch of an angel? I know it's real
Because of what I see, know and feel
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It’s a warm day
Yet there’s a cool and foreshadowing breeze
As the spectrum of leaves break free of their mothers and fathers
I carry myself down the asphalt path
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another day goes by
yet i find myself unable to cry
though i felt like i would forever
especially after this endeavor
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between cold days
and cloudy skies
rests a subtle pulse
as my heart cries
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from all walks of life
emerge new friends and foes
but its the ones that are worth it
and that just goes to show
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its late
im going to sleep
and every single feeling inside
i just can't seem to keep
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