Milo . Poems

I write my pain into poems
Poems are what I write.
I write to hide my pain
My grief
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I may not be able to show it,
As sometimes these things blur.
I try and tell you but you're too busy.
I can't tell if its the truth or just a stir.
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Never shall I forget you.
All the things you put me through.
Though, I'd say it's all worth it,
To remember the moments I spent with you.
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I finally admit that you're gone,
After the three months I got to mourn.
Now, I know it seems selfish,
But I want you to be reborn.
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He's just boy in my class,
That's what I tell myself anyway.
But he makes me giggle and kick my feet,
Whenever he so much as looks my way.
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I don't believe in good or evil.
I don't believe in God or Devil.
I don't believe in wrong or right.
I believe in what's in my sight.
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She is a scientist,
But she still smiles and laughs with the flowers,
And plays with the butterflies as they pass.
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No one expects an angel to set the world on fire
With wings once snow, now have different coverage.
She came not with song, nor the morning's sire,
But with storms in her eyes, and nothing but rage.
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