Billy Loving Poems

Along the path I stroll
While I search deep within my soul
A life lived good or bad
Sometimes happy, sometimes sad
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Life, a drop of water in the sea
As miniscule as can be
A day, a month, a year
All the memories we hold so dear
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Such a maudlin place to be
Walls, sterile bright white
Their bleakness starring back at me
A solitary window showcasing the night
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Love, be not kind
A ship lost in a distant sea
No solace do I find
Looking for someone for me
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Buddy as white as can be
Happiness easy to see
Sitting so still
As he watches from the hill
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Blood from the wound does freely flow
Chances of survival, I don't know
Incessant burning
While the room continues turning
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