Small Poems #7

Poem #1

The death of me

Was the birth of you.

 

Poem #2

You helped me breath,

But when you left,

I died of no hope.

 

Poem #3

I lost my sanity

Long ago,

But when I was freed of you,

My mind was finally clear.

 

Poem #4

The blackbird sang of love,

Calling and listening for a reply,

But white-birds reject the black

For dark feathers hold no value.

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