His smile was big
His eyes were bright
He always was filled with such delight
Nothing could break his spirit
He was a good man
He was kind
He liked to help
He cared for the people with less wealth
No worries about what he could lose
He was a good man
You took advantage
You broke his heart
You tore his whole life apart
Nobody worried about what he'd do
He was a good man
He couldn't coupe
He was on his own
He hated the world for leaving him alone
Not as much as he hated you
He was a good man
He took your spirit
He broke your soul
He couldn't take back what you stole
But he could take the same from you
He's not a good man
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Author:
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- Comment from author about the poem: I really am not sure how I feel about this. I was trying to tell a story but it's kind of vague. I feel like it might work though. I don't know! Please tell me what you think. Constructive criticism is always welcomed.
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Comments1
The stages of losing loved or respected people can lead to this conclusion.Good write
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