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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

 

Sweet Nothings
2003-10-30 - 9:52 a.m.
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Do you truly believe

I've been waiting all these years

To have someone like you

Make me cry these silly tears?

All I had been searching for

Eluded me time after time

Sweet nothings ran far from me

Again,I can not find.

Yes, I've been waiting

For someone to make me cry

But alas, my dear heart, it was not you

You have been denied.

Long ago, my heart was stolen

Years ago, it was broken

And I won't live to see it mend

I'll never have it whole again.

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