Drew Zoromski Poems

They always talk about a guy treating a girl with respect,
But never do I hear the opposite.
On the contrary, there is not as much love from her to me
And wanted is all that I want to be.
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Isn't it strange how courage can disappear,
When it was once there before?
And how all fortitude can be crushed by fear,
How it sinks into your core?
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He sits alone in his room, from morning to night.
He doesn't do much except work harder,
Be smarter; do better, even though it might
Not even be good enough because it rarely is.
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Sometimes just being in the same room is enough for me;
Knowing that you are safe can get me through the night.
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When I hear you sing,
It brings my heart to my knees.
It's softer than a summer wind;
It touches the depths of my soul.
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