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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

 

Bittersweet Musings
2004-12-05 - 6:08 p.m.
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How wicked your heart can be
To curse me with your love and warmth
How threatening your emotions
Like a raging summer thunderstorm

I will perish in your kiss
And do so gladly
With a smile upon my lips
With the knowledge of only
That you�re a part of this

How sinful these thoughts of mine
To have you buried so very deep inside
How dangerously close our lives intertwine
You there with yours, me here with mine

How delicious your love would be
To a heart so near to starving
How bittersweet when the honey is gone
And I can�t find the love
You insist you�re giving.

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