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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

 

Bastard at My Feet
2003-06-25 - 8:55 p.m.
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A darkened cloud, a blackened sky

Hovers over us, we are enveloped

You turn away, I close my eyes

And curse the day I came to love you.

You close your heart as well as your mouth

And refuse to speak my name

I try to close my soul like you

And refuse to play the game.

You turn away-and away-yet again

You smother my love beneath your hate

I do not want your rage and fear

Don't need your apologies..

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