chantelle ribeiro Biography

An old man on a withered bench
Down by the ocean's end
Staring at the stormy sky
wondering if she's there up high
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The whole room disappeared
I was left
small and insignificant
staring at the floor of my soul
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I love my age
To think I feared it
But now I notice things
Little things
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Innocence lost in the desert winds
lifeless eyes stare
devoid of childish thrills
Adventures a distant memory
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Words hurt when written
from the chore of the heart
Where pain resides
Hidden in the folds of memory
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