David KUSH Poems

Seems that the words never spoken
Are the ones we remember most
For they are the words we wanted to say
To someone we held so very close
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The words I write
Are just whispers in the wind
Coming home to greet me
Like an old friend
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Love
Puts a veil over your eyes
When that veil is lifted
May the person underneath
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Where is the
Good
In goodbye
Most of the
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The day I
Was born
I was given
A
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Birthdays are
A
Gift from God
Truly do
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Life from the other side
Of the window
Oh isn't it
Grand
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Tell me
How to forget you
And I will
Right away
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