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The love we shared was shattered in pieces
When I placed your photos in my book's creases
I was torn apart when it all ended
Badly crmupled and emty-handed
I knew it was the last goodbye
Your scent reminds me of blossoms
Your smile is the light of my mood
Possibly seeing myself in your eyes
That swift touch like heavens bliss
Treasuring those senses
For those smell, sight, and touch
I've tried to focus on the true purpose of my life
Yet I'm constantly entangled with the fact that I'm not good enough
Recurring emotions of what could've been, but I knew it couldn't happen.
Teach us to think.
Not on what to think, but on how.
Test us not on the knowledge, but on the application.
Teaching us to memorize facts and numbers
Remember not to party,
And never come home too late;
I know this seems kinda corny,
But i don't mean to hate
Remember to always study,
But not the night before a test;
My great grandmother could not read and her daughter could not write. My mother passed me the pen and told me to fly. When I write, I unlock the diaries belonging to the hearts of all my mothers.
