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A poem is never finished, only abandoned.  ~Paul Valéry
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


Colors In The Sky
2003-11-08 - 1:18 p.m.

I loved you as dearly and as much as I could

You showed me the door

Then shoved my face in the wood

I gave to you as freely as I possibly could

You kicked me in the arse

The asked me if I would..

Show you the colors of the sky

Give to you another lie

Make love to you in the night

Give to you wings to fly..

raw || truth
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