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poem is never finished, only abandoned. ~Paul Val�ry
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Various Short Poems
There�s a place I call home Not too far from here Where your heart abides And somehow it�s always near. To bring me home safe When sometimes I stray To bring me home fast To you everyday. Time changes and a heart breaks For what once was given Has now been taken away But life goes on and it gets better For the frigid snow melts And the bloodred rose blooms forever. The dream a chance to be taken A love that has long been forsaken Memories forever in the making A thought too good to be awakened. Temptation is great And everyone steps far For life is but a book And a dream a falling star A wish is but a wish Until it comes true And then it's only a dream Til someone awakens you. Lost in a sea of whispers Too scared and tired to try To even find the answers Or even ask you 'why?' Too knowing for all good What could come of this Out of one little whisper And a small forgotten kiss? Betrayer of flame Destroyer of heart Violator of flesh Trespasser of soul Speaker of the lies Posessor of the spirit Gaurdian of the dream.. You hold within you All that I am You do not hold sacred That which is damned.
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