Genre Poetry. Page - 120

A christmas present for my dad. A soldier returns from war, but no one realises the damage inside.

Poems that i did many years ago. Some are sad, happy, about past relationships, and family poems. I hope that everyone likes my poems and enjoys the book.

These are all my poems about what I feel with myself, my life, anything that could come to my mind.

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Poetry from my cranium that cannot be controlled
PS Not all of these poems are of heartbbreak but the origional meaning was it. i stuck to it for the long run though.

On a rainy day
The tears she shed
The pain that grows
Crying every day
Hiding all the pain
Shushing all that hurts
One rainy day
She cried and cut
All through the night

A men who finally wakes up to reality... now that his time is up he has realized that what he thought was a joke (life) was what mattered to him the most... After looking at the calendar hanging on the blue wall thats in a hospital room, he has realized how much time he had wasted... A lesson learned after it was too late to take values from it...