erin ford Poems

Its not his name but its what we call him.
You think we would feel bad, but he made us so mad.
But you should know our tale of woe.
And he, my friends, is the star of our show.
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My colorless utopia, where color doesn't matter.
My colorless utopia, where racsim doesn't exsist.
My colorless utopia, where love and happiness prospers.
My colorless utopia, where the proud brave live.
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Well atleast I know how you really feel, cause now I can move on in life without regrets about the feeling of your false love. And now that I know who you are I can help my self get over my love for you to get on with my life. Now that I know we are through I can get out there again and back to my friends and be my self again.

In case you forgot we broke up and I dont love you anymore. So please quit calling me.
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The lightning bugs and sticky kisses and hugs.
Having fun in the summer sun.
The pretty flowers and the rain showers.
The scary spiders and cold apple cider.
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The days of our past were such a blast.
We always had fun until there was no more sun.
And then we would brew in the light of the moon.
But as the years flew on by we spent very little time together and you were no longer mine forever.
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