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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

 

Comfort
2004-12-02 - 5:23 p.m.
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What will become of you, after the stars have fallen
And the moon no longer shines upon us
With barely a breath, you will carry on as always
Thoughtless as ever, believing you are faultless


Keep your distance, come no closer to the fire
I will no longer be here to keep you safe
With hardly a glance you will linger on
Fearless as before, thinking you are brave

See through a glass darkly, living in the clouds
You horde your sins close to your heart
With a final sigh, you will travel on
Unaware as always, living your life apart

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