rest your weary head upon my shoulder
cry for the world, how we're all getting older
once caught like a lullaby in a child's fist
never knowing such purity could be this missed
we were a moment suspended, i remember the day
our devil-may-care now seems so cliche
here's to the memories, and this my battle cry
i love you, i love you, i love you, goodbye
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Just a thought.
Written August 23rd, 2005
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Hmm. I must say, I am worried about the line (our devil-may-care now seems so cliche). I hop that you don't mean like the real devil. But then again if you do, I am not one to judge. I just hope you know he doesn't. But your poem is very sad and very emotional, your thoughts seem so down. I hope that you are alright. TempestAira
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