Behind The Screen
Mysterious
Judging others by what they look like on a screen Their colourful lives inside lowering our self esteem But their lives are like the roses painted red For underneath the paint, the rose is actually dead Waiting for like to pop up on our screen For the pic that we filtered to hid the flaws in between Scars hidden, smiles widen as the flash appears Have a million friends, but when you need they disappear
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Madison Tyler
A short but beautiful peom. Its say a lot I must admit. Alot of people admire certain people without knowing what they really are. Its always pays to be you.
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2018-09-11 12:04:35
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Mysterious
@Madison Tyler Yes.... And we all r living in that age..... Thank you
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2018-09-11 12:55:17
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Madison Tyler
True talk
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2018-09-13 00:13:15
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I saw a dream, and there were you, And there was coldness in your eyes. I wonder what a kind of true Made you become as cold as ice. And later I looked back to get a sense This empty glance was hellish call of past. It used to be a high and strong defense Against the world, the pain and me at last. You looked at me, and peering in your soul, I felt so lonely, as something vital died. And that is what I fear most of all - That nothing gentle will remain inside. Inside of you. Inside of me as well. And nothing will be said to farewell.
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"Письмо ушедших дней"
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Привет , мой милый друг Забыл ли ты, как долго не писала , Прости ,но я хотела отпустить Всю слабостью ,что в себе искала . И может ты проник Моим письмом до дрожи Забыл ли мой дневник , Увиденный стихами одинокой ночи ... Об памяти прошедших дней , Ты не увидишь ни души порока Лишь слабый шепот чувств Уложенных строками тонко . Немой вопрос в глазах Оставлю с времям на последок Легонько холодом касаний уходя , Чтоб не запомнил запах пепла.
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