Gabriella Diane Poems

the cliche
the without you, i wouldnt
the your this your that
the your everything
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my friend she weeps for womankind
the kind of woman she has become
makes a mockery of a broken soul
and forbids the allowance of love
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the world is filled
with ideals and disasters
farmers doctors lawyers
and laughter
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please don’t tell me there’re other fish in the sea
we have been hooked since that day on the beach
when I saw only him and he only saw me
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