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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

 

Lovelorn
2003-06-25 - 10:03 p.m.
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My heart does not belong to him

He�s never held the key in his hand

He will never know the power of my love

And he would never understand

That you are the one

Who so dessperately holds my little heart

In your calloused hands

And you are the one

I wish to be held against

He does not know my mind

He does not own my soul

He does not have my heart

For he does not possess the key

And he would never understand

That you are the one for me

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