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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

 

Liar's Bed
2004-12-07 - 2:36 p.m.
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So lonely you are, there in your liar's bed
Broken, frigid and fucked in the head
Your words, so many unspoken, left unsaid
Living your life as if you were dead.

Think of me, yes me, as your only sunshine
A breath of fresh air, inhaled divine
My star to your moon, as I define
The desire to have your body deep in mine.

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