Dyllan Martin Poems

The flower that was wilting died,
At one o'clock this morn,
And took with all the dignity,
Of men and women who's hearts are filled with scorn,
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Him and his slimey ego,
That I canno't bear,
His singing like a howling cat,
As he stands up there.
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Expressionless eyes stare,
Look into mine as I lay upon my bed,
He's only an innocent doll they say,
But I know better,
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You don't know,
You'll never know,
Whats inside my head,
Inside my head,
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Have you seen the face of a thousand sorrows,
With the woes of the world on her shoulders,
She just lies there,
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Tears stream from bloodshot eyes,
As she tries to undo the mess she made,
Is death her only option?
She believes it is,
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As I flick through the pages,
Still images paint portraits in my head,
They lay on mottled paper,
Whilst I stare in wonder,
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A girl as old as 15,
Pretty as a cloud,
To guys she's a dream,
Cheerful and colourful as can be,
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Dear friend,

Thank-you for all the times we shared,
You helped me through,
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I fricking hate haikus,
They make me sick to the core,
That syllable thing,
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