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Reality Has Come

Broken memories of our past
Shattered on the floor
Laughter and sadness we both had
Are not skattered by the door

We now use the word hate
Instead of love
Hate is a powerful word
That didn't come from above

You are like my final act
Last but not least
Here comes the boy I once loved
That is now an ugly beast

Reality has come to haunt me
No more make believe
I'm in the arms of truth
One more thing I have to achieve




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Victoria J. said...
Jul. 31, 2009 at 12:19 am:
This is a very good poem and a nice use of rhyme
 
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