(An open letter from Mother Earth)
Save me, from thy cruel hands my child
I know thy needs, and I provide
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Free My Philip, For Philip Pines
I, once owned Philip, my ever lovely - beautiful dove
Free to fly, free to wander. Oh! My Philip. Oh my love
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I got this feeling
I cannot put into words
Tears; only tears, tell
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I never thought I'd learn to love again,
After a cursed moment that caused my heart to bleed in pain.
To be BROKEN,
To be FROZEN.
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Through The Hills
Prepare thyself before you go
And this, I say to you, that though
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Ivy
Dark, green, glossy
Strangling, climbing tall trees
Oh how I love the sight of thee
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Before I bid to you goodbye
I'll look straight right onto your eye
As if I'm perfect, and I don't lie
Keeping a secret so you won't cry
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'Imagine watching a wedding of the girl who promised to marry you,5 years ago.'
Today.
Here I am.
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What makes a poem, a poem?
To be hailed and recognized with diadem.
Is it the rhyme that makes the ends a beautiful tandem?
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