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Granny Face Poem
I am an invisible man.
Try and see me if you can.
Shy and quiet I remain alone.
Silent is my voice’s tone
No one can feel my pain and sorrow
As I hide inside of my burrow.
Shadows consume my body and soul
As I embrace the misty cold.
The reason for my unseen being
Lies in the fact I hate being seen.
This life and existence’s of my own choice
And I choose not to have a voice.
I am silent. Invisible. Inexistent.
Yet I am invincible, an immortal being
Copyright © Granny Face | Year Posted 2012
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Granny Face Poem
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more stormy and less temperate.
Rough winds do shake our fragile bonds of May,
And summer's temper hath all too short a date.
Sometime too hot your sweat does shine,
And often is your beauty dimmed;
And every handsome man you do decline,
by chance, they leave chest hair untrimmed.
Part 2 Variation
Shall I compare thee to a winter’s day?
Thou art as stormy and as cold
And do leave me longing for May
And winter’s temper too long showed
Sometime too cold yours eyes shine GREY
Copyright © Granny Face | Year Posted 2012
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Granny Face Poem
What was to be can be no more.
What lies here now did not before.
He broke her heart so she broke his
She still remembers his soft kiss.
The web of lies did break with ease.
As one another they tried to please.
When temper flew they broke apart
But nostalgia remained in their hearts.
Now tears find their ways down her face
As she reflects upon her fate.
She remembers him with happiness
But her bitterness cannot be missed.
Copyright © Granny Face | Year Posted 2012
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