Poet of the River Poems

Honey I'd tell you how beautiful you are,
But I know you wouldn't listen.
Id tell you how much I love you,
And how sad I was to see you go.
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i wash my hands as the water runs red.
i am fine but at my feet someone lies dead.
he lie with his hands around the gun.
what have i done?
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You are my fallen angel,
The love of my life,
With a smile like the sun,
And eyes like the stars in the night,
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their is a lot of debate of what one should do.
when faced with the question why,
the best answers are the ones that are new,
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I fall to my knees
as i feel a cool breeze,
i close my eyes
only to see,
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the sun is up but everyone sleeps,
the people don't talk,
the baby's don't weep,
the leaves on the treas begin to sway,
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is love real or is it a trick?

do people love or dream of love they know they will never have?
should love be a goal or a dream they fear to have because you know that when you wake up the dream is over and the feeling you felt were unjust.
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I'm trying not to miss you,
I'm trying not to care,
I'm trying not to live my life
wishing you were their,
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A man once said their is no such thing as a bad day,
Just bad moments we choose to take with us all the way.
If that is so then why are good days still good?
Or is it just a moment we hold on to as long as we can?
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