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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

 

Forbidden Song
2003-10-13 - 9:22 p.m.
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Tortured heart, forbidden song

Come with me, don�t take too long

I can cure you, I can soothe

Take a chance, what have you to lose?

Scarred soul, forbidden song

Forget what is right and wrong

I can help you, I can ease

Just hold out your hand, please?

Weeping eyes, frozen tears

Forbidden to taste all your fears

Do not worry, do not lament

I am the one that they sent...

I can be the balm for your wounds

I can be the song to tame your moods

I can be the remedy for all that ails

I can be the buyer for the goods you seek to sale.

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