Michael C H Poems

Your hair flows over your eyes
Like a waterfall in disguise.
But still, beneath, I see the gleam:
Your beauty and your truth unseen.
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The scariest thought
is realizing you care,
the saddest thought
is realizing they don't care.
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I sit as a huddled mass, lost
To the outside, covered in tears and the frost
Of an icy world,
Suddenly lost from my brightness unfurled.
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I sit in my chair,
quietly pondering the equation
written on the board.
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Dear Death,

There are days that I miss our talks,
Our flirting,
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