Poems

Not the First

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I was not the first and I hope I am the last

that you will simply just raise you glass

A toast to crushing and breaking a heart

Leaving a girl that was previously ripped apart

Broken already, the damage was there

You had no empathy and pretended to care

You wanted her to vanish, to disappear in thin air

Like a vapor rising, the fog from the lake

I do believe you made a big mistake

The love for you was so pure and true

Your actions speak loudly, I see the real you

Much Love Much Life

Author: Joy

I am Joy I am content I am patient I am love I am free, fabulous and fit. I am all these things and so much more. I am struggle I am hopelessness I am sad I am endurance I am a warrior I am a princess I am my Father's daughter I am a survivor of loss of hurt of pain. I am encouragement I am influence I am Joy.

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