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  The Scent of Us My pain is my perfume, You wear grief like cologne. The fragrance surrounds us, Each scent stands alone. We linger in silence, Our sorrows entwine, Yet even with distance, Your ache mirrors mine. The air feels familiar… A blend of regret. The ghosts of our losses, We cannot forget. Still I breathe you in softly, Through sorrow and rain. For even in heartache, There’s beauty in pain. But time is a cleanser, A wind through the years. It carries our anguish, It softens our tears. And maybe one morning, When memories' fade, We’ll walk through the sunlight, No longer afraid. For pain is just proof, That love had its day. And the scent of our story, Will never decay. Original Poetry Written By Eryn Dunbar Copyright (c) 11.8.2025

Shadows of the past Your inner child carries scars that never fade, A weight that presses down, a burden to be made. In life and love, you search for a gentle hand, But every touch feels fleeting, lost in the sand. You yearn for love, for someone to see, The real you, beyond the walls you've built to be. But no matter how you give, no matter how you try, It's never enough, and tears fall, wondering why. Heartbreak echoes, a shattered soul's refrain, Your world upside down, consumed by pain. You claw your way back, through darkness and despair, A never-ending battle, with no one there to care. Nice people get taken, their kindness exploited and worn, Left alone with thoughts that fester and scorn. Fear of love again, fear of trust, a heart locked away, Afraid to let someone in, afraid of the price you'd pay. In the well of life, you're lost and alone, Forever searching for a way back home. Your heart, a fragile thing, shattered and worn, Longing for love, but afraid ...

  Canva AI Image My Parent’s Advice   Don’t go around picking  Everyone’s noses  You don’t want to be friends  With someone who bulldozes  If a man buys you flowers  You deserve roses Don’t date a musician  Who only composes  You can’t climb the ladder  Without using the stairs Not every person  Is someone who cares We’re all made up different  Like apples and pears  Always offer a smile  To someone who glares  We will welcome you home  If you need an embrace  Go travel the world  And explore every place  Good friends are precious  They’re hard to replace  And you’ll always be more  Than your beautiful face  Enjoy the ride  You don’t have to race  Shorten your stride  And set your own pace  Nobody’s perfect  So offer them Grace  Stand up to bullies  Who tear people down  Make sure to straighten  Everyone’s crown Learn to laugh mo...

Canva AI Image The Words We Didn’t Say It’s the words we didn’t say. That killed us in the end. For when you walked away. I lost my best friend. Our relationship lost meaning. The little things we used to do. The good times and the bad times. Everything that we went through. No longer seemed to matter. When you walked out that door. It’s like we just gave up. It wasn’t worth fighting for. And I’m supposed to be able. To start over one more time. Yet I’m not even able to write. My words no longer rhyme. Yes, it’s what we didn’t say. That I feel with such regret. That brought us to our end. A love I can’t. I won’t forget. Original Poetry Written By Eryn Dunbar Copyright (c) 5.19.2025