Ace Of Black Hearts Poems

It really seems to upset people that I do better alone.
I don't understand it, perhaps I never will.
This need to drag others into your life.
They will join you if they want to.
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I don't know why but I feel there is a ghost standing next to me.
His head held higher.
Like he is better version of me,
A presence so perverse.
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Wow, you do me such an honor,
I don't even know my own place in this world just yet.
You are brilliant poet and a good friend.
Who has listen to me ramble on and on.
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That dirty little dance you do.
How I could I even dreaming of stopping you.
I might just join.
Hopefully in this world nothing is permanent.
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Yeah, Yeah.
You know it.
Living in fear.
Burn it.
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You know you are just so beautiful.
More special then the garden on top of the tallest sky scrapper.
More special then floating around in a ship look down upon this earth.
No matter words or verse.
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I write my heart out to just watch it disappear.
A ghost of something I felt.
On a page long buried.
Stones among the dirt.
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A walk out of a building that says Ken's tomes and stones.
Such a horrid place, yet merry with colors.
They try make death an upcoming celebration.
But we can not celebrate it.
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Hearing voices
You don't say.
I hear them all time.
I could rattle off a long list of names.
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Sadness is always part of you, even when you are happy.
It is still there somewhere underneath waiting to be released.
The only thing age effects is the amount of sorrow, the amount of tomorrows.
Age is nothing if we realize we are still alive and breathing.
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