Cold standing blue eyes,
In the standing world of time,
The right of way goes to any man.
Who can see what is right in front of them.
One can not see,
What is not there.
No one can see the blackness of the human heart,
The sadness that lives with in,
The coldness that comes from inside
And the unknowingness of everything:
The everything are lives are made of.
Love can stand still for someone,
If they want it too.
Love can come back to someone,
If they know why it left.
Love is one of the many everything are lives are made of.
Love is the one key element in are lives.
Without it there would be no hope,
There would be no dreams,
There would be no us.
What it is I am trying to say,
Is live your live every day.
Don’t stop,
Or look someone ways.
Chose your own path.
Find your own way.
Maybe your love is on their path.
And maybe that path cross your up a head with yours.
Only time can tell,
Only can time tell my friend.
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Written April 18th, 2005
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Interesting. I love the background its cool to.
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i really like this poem. It really made me think. Ttyl
jess -
I really like this Matt. Very nicely done.

