Mr. Prince (G.G.)

Being around her
without being with her,
is like,
seeing with no light,
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Can I see that she’s playing?
Does I see that it’s raining?
Is I falling for those smiles?
Is she driving I wild?
...

Steadily, I stroll across the castle grounds,
wet, from the purple rain drops on my robes,
silenced, by the thoughts swarming all around.
...

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No one understands him,
Not even his friends,
He has no one to talk to,
He wants it all to end.
...

He had a very old friend,
who sent him a letter.
His friend said, “Come over,
to make me feel better.”
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A wound experienced by all,
happens when you fall,
more often when your small,
and playing with a ball,
...