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John Smith Poem
On paper I am perfect,
On paper I am fine
On paper I see everything,
All that is mine
But paper gets worn down,
Paper tears with time
The ink will slowly fade away,
The words will slowly die
Paper tells a story,
which can often be a lie
It's dogged ears can hide the truth,
It's cuts can make you cry
But paper wont match reality,
However hard I try
The ink will slowly fade away,
Maybe it's my time.
Copyright © John Smith | Year Posted 2012
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John Smith Poem
He rises at dawn.
And braces, braces, braces for impact,
Pining for a release that will never come.
Copyright © John Smith | Year Posted 2012
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John Smith Poem
Look at them dance,
Look at them fly
Look how they glisten,
Under starry sky's
See how they're free,
All they can be
Watch as their spirits run dry
Should I be happy, or should I be sad?,
Should I enjoy what I don't have?
Yet as the night finally dies,
And we say our goodbyes,
I wish I was them,
Not I.
Copyright © John Smith | Year Posted 2012
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