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A box of good riddance

Poetry By: iloveuall

And in that box, was a dear freind

Submitted:Nov 8, 2012    Reads: 17    Comments: 2    Likes: 2   

Dreams, crashing all around me like glass.
Hope, like demolished building.
Hatred, like the flying pieces of rock.
Rage, dancing to the beating drum.
All of what I once held dear,
now I simply just can't bear.
In that box, I bury it all,
what I have no use for anymore.
And in that box, a place for you,
all the rage and hatred, that you brought too.
I must say, that it went great, when it was good.
but just like chocolate,
It eventually expired too.
From supremely sweet, to sickly sour.


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