preston trip Poems

by: Tripp
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late that night as i was laying in bed around 9 looking into her hazel eyes
she spoke of a word that brought tears to my way of thinking
she spoke of strong alcohol and good weed
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love sometimes is a virtue to have
it grabs you by the heart and some how leaves you in the dark

love is strong its a hard thing to hold onto
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the calming music makes me feel sleepy wanting to dream
i sit and type away looking at these messages pop up my thoughts are
wondering asking what is right and what is wrong
all i can do is listen to this song the anger plays on my thoughts
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