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A poem is never finished, only abandoned.  ~Paul Val�ry
Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance.  ~Carl Sandburg
Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn.  ~Thomas Gray
Poetry is not always words.  ~Audrey Foris
Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words.  ~Edgar Allan Poe

 

Beautiful
2003-07-24 - 10:37 p.m.
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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
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Past Memories:

2006-01-13 - Fear In My Skin
2006-01-10 - The Moon - Our Silent Audience
2005-12-14 - Promise
2005-12-11 - Pure Bliss
2005-08-31 - In This Grave