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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


Just a Thought
2003-11-30 - 12:28 a.m.

Just a Thought

Was I even alive before I laid eyes on thee?

Did my heart beat, did my body react?

Were my tears able to dry, my fears run astray?

Before I met you, before my eyes caught sight.

Would my soul have been a better one

If never had I seen you there

Would my mind still be a part of me

If I had never laid my eyes on you?

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