Trevor Thompson Poems

The manipulation of my mind,
Is not something I take fine,
But if you must I must ask you,
To only destroy what is not true,
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Some wars are fought with guns,
Some wars are fought with tanks,
But the most destructive war of all,
Takes place right where you think,
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Her hair is brown like autumn leaves,
Her eyes are jewels, the envy of thieves,
Her smile has the beauty of snow covered trees,
But there is on major problem you see,
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The confides of my mind,
Is a sick and lonely place,
All those who would dare enter,
Leave no leaving trace,
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