Cody Fortier Poems

A simple promise to a friend
Kept her with you till the end
From the simple times of laugh and chat, sitting their just thinking that
Time would stop with the clouds you watch
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This white room
Gifts down on my bedside
Tried to make me life like
On my little bed of doom
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A crack of knuckles quiet
The screaming out restrained
On the verge of riot
Composure still retained
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Down beneath the troubled stone
Set back a thousand years ago
Hate compelled to test a subject
I was then put on judgement
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She sits her lonely soul
Down on the bench at the window, the window
Looking out at the grass,
Down the road she'll stroll, remake the typo, to find herself again,
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This world is infected
Spreading of the hate
Living rejected, blame it on fate
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A part of me is missing and how could you tell
I'm the quiet corner guy that my friends need for now
Dish drying slob that's bent out twice a week
To pay rent for the place that I thought I could keep
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