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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

 

Remorse of a Wanton
2003-07-26 - 3:25 p.m.
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What do I do with this innocent heart of mine?

I feel, I fear

That there really is no more time

I've tried to keep this body enslaved

In chains

To keep it free, to keep it from your greedy grasp

What do I do with this betraying heart of mine?

It yearns, it whispers

Needs and wants your love

But you refuse to listen, refuse to hear

And you know, I know, you know so well

That it breaks this little heart of mine.

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