Timothy Pierce

love comes and love goes we all may understand it takes our blows
we sing along an write many a song so why not smile and show this file to all you love

as the doves fly freely making you smile seemingly out of control
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hate pain hate life hate yourself but dont hate your friends hate others hate the ones who get in your way hate the ones who were never there for you in your
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if you hate then you hate the words of life
if you hate then you hate the words of pain
if you hate then you hate the words of fate
if you hate then you hate the words of true love
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love is strange, love is hard
we all seem to play it like a game of cards
and when we lose we get angry
beacuase we were dealt a unsavoury hand
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I want to be alone without ever being alone
so I cry for help
but none comes
I scream a silent scream pleading for that that is lost within us but it doth not come for I am a wicked man and so are those around me
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love is that which is found between two that love each other
for even a mother deserves love so does the daughter of thy mother
for evn if the can be found only true love can resound
in that wich is to be loved
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As the day draws near, I think of what I told herhow she finds light where I bury my shadows.I wonder what hands have traced my scars, what small mercies touched the places I hide.She looks at me and calls my ruin potential; I, broken and unfinished, am revealed.

I slam my fist into a door, a cruel punctuation, then lie there asking why she stays, why she sees a lantern in the hollow of my dark.Light filters through the very black I carry; we wander the woods of our mistakes, searching for a fate not bound to exile.
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When the first light spills across the horizon, the sky ignites in streaks of rose and gold, clouds burn with molten edges, trembling awake, while shadows retreat, whispering their last secrets, softened by the sweetness of morning air I cannot name.

The sky blushes with wonder, as night surrenders to the blaze of day.Shadows stretch long across my skin, reluctant to fade, clinging like old wounds that refuse to close, reminding me of all I have endured.
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</></>i am love struck as i
construct this poem in order
to own a life oftime of
memories of time spent
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CRIMINAL: criminals?
I HATE CRIMINALS THEY ARE ALL THE SAME AND THEY NEVER CHANGE!
THEY STILL FROM YOU! then you steal from them.
WHY SHOULD WE BOTHER! ? WELL TO END THIS WE MUST TAKE ACTIONS!
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love is as complicated as a complex figure
hate is as simple as a square
and life is always painful
love can be very hurtful
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</> painless acronym no synonym no a lie yes painless is something a word
we came up with to explain the polar opposite of pain. pain is always around us
its everywhere in life a knife for example makes an ample supply of pain as a
slain beast lies on the floor all the blood and gore we see is horrendously
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if i lost my love for her, i would be useless in this world. her love for me is unlimited she says she could never leave me and i could never leave her, my hope for use reaches no limit.and as we hit the sumit of the mount we see the doves fly away signify our love for each other no matter
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life is at an end as we know
it, everyday is another way
to die, i flee from my problems,
being on the run all the time,
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my thooghts are twited
my thoughts are perverted
which makes me wonder
why my thoughts are so
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