Man up they say
You're not supposed to cry
Your supposed to be strong
Shrug it off and just, well get along
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We used to wait for each episode
Week after week or months between seasons
The storylines and characters
Which kept us gripped, coming back for more
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A poem to a love I let slip away
It was with careless hands
I held and failed to look after
Blind eyes I turned away my gaze
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Is there such a thing
as a bad poem
some poems speak to me
inspire me, light me up
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December begins
A month of festivity
Hope you enjoy it
~
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It appears I like many others
Have had a choice presented
Between the bar, the book and the church
We choose our own solace
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I put pen to paper
Rather than knife to wrist
Lines of verse preferred
To pills and whisky
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