So mush love
in a pile of thorns
Once you think everythings okay
the renewing scent disinagrates
into the stale nothingness of pride
When will she swallow her hate?
and the other relize?
How long must all of us tip-toe through the glas of 'What should I not say'
How long must we hate ourselves for the others flaws
rather then love each other
because we are together
because we are family
When will they grow up?
Wasted time has turned us into statues
with vines of excepting the unexceptible
choking our dry vanes
\I am sorry for you both\
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Written August 24th, 2005
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wow, this is lovely. i really like when you can sense something is very real instead oframbling emotions being pulled out of peoples asses
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Great Poem
I like this poem so true it is
hate and pride a toxic mixture that can destroy love
Very good Poem
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