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Forever, Was a Lie
Life without 'YOU'

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Nobody Knows By Azumi Zaima Nobody knows it's empty, The smile that I wear. The real one is left behind in the past Because I left you there... Nobody knows I am crying. They won't even see my tears. When they think I am laughing, I wish you were here... Nobody knows it's painful. They think that I am strong. They say it won't kill me, But I wonder if they are wrong... Nobody knows I miss you. They think I am all set free, But I feel like I am bound with chains, Trapped in the mystery... Nobody knows I need you. They think I can do it on my own, But they don't know I am crying When I am all alone... Source: https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/nobody-knows-6

Life without ‘YOU’ by Srinivas Balaji

Life without ‘YOU’ BY Srinivas Balaji I don't want to, But I must. Start a new, With no one to trust. You are now gone Will never come back. Happiness and love Are what I lack. Help me somehow, To start all a new. I don't know where to start, Don't know what to do. I hate to live , Without you here. Why did you have to leave? Why must I shed another tear? I can't imagine a life without you... without you...

Forever, was a lie by Srinivas Balaji

Forever, was a lie BY Srinivas Balaji Forever we said we could be together, us two How did I fall in love with you? We did everything together We spent every day with each other You promised me that you'll stay Close to me each and every day Why did you leave me alone? Why was it hard for you to call me on my phone? All you had to do was to be there And show me that you care You promised to be always with me till the end You talk about being a good partner but you failed to be a good friend Do you remember when we're in love we'd talk every day? And when someone else would say hi to the other, we'd get jealous in every way So many times, I've tried to forget you with my heart But it was too hard because I never Thought we'd be apart.

And Later . . . by Jen Bryant

And Later . . . BY JEN BRYANT I take my kaleidoscope off the shelf, look through the little hole at the end of the cardboard tube; I turn and turn and turn and turn, letting the crystals shift into strange and beautiful patterns, letting the pieces fall wherever they will. About the Poet: Jen Bryant earned a BA from Gettysburg College and an MA from Arcadia University, and was awarded an honorary doctorate from Gettysburg College. She has written more than 30 picture books, novels, and poetry collections, including The Fortune of Carmen Navarro (2010), winner of a Paterson Prize for Books for Young People; A Splash of Red: The Life and Art of Horace Pippin (2013), named an ALA-ALSC Notable Children’s Book and the winner of a Robert F. Sibert Honor and the NCTE Orbis Pictus Award. The Right Word (2014), a Caldecott Honor Book and a Robert F. Sibert Medal Winner; and Six Dots: A Story of Young Louis Braille (2016), winner of a Schneide

The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost | The poet walks through the woods and decides to take the hard and less traveled way | Find Poems Here

The Road Not Taken BY ROBERT FROST Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same, And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back. I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference. About the Poet: Robert Frost was born in San Francisco, but his family moved to Lawrence, Massachusetts, in 1884 following his father’s death. The move was actually a return

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