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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

 

Burden Of A Song 3
2003-06-25 - 9:51 p.m.
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I would like to be like you

Heart cold as ice, with snowflakes in my veins

So you could hurt me never again

I want to shout, scream, curse at you

So I won�t drive myself insane or worse

I no longer want to live this way

Such a sin you gave to me

Cannot be forgiven in the blink of an eye

My heart gently bleeds

Upon your silk upholstery

I would like for you to be like me

And suffer just the same

I no long want to hear your filthy name

That damning voice, those calloused hands

No longer hold me in their grasp

I want to be able to walk away from this

As our love takes its final gasp..

I do not desire the pleasure of your kiss

The toxic venom that spews from your lips

You held within you all that I am

But you do not hold sacred

That which you have damned.......

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