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poem is never finished, only abandoned. ~Paul Val�ry
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Beautiful
I've been through a little Been through a lot, I've loved and hated, laughed and cried Then raised a little hell... But you were there, and so was I And somehow we both fell.. They told me I was a sinner All because of you But if they only knew That inside my heart An angel grew wings and flew. It's been cold yeah It's been lonely But I felt the heat from your sunshine And like a flower, I bloomed Beneath this snow grave of mine The seed was there to taste the salt From the tears of your soul And here I grew among the weeds Beautiful in thine eyes..... Written for Bree raw || truth |