Insignificant could never be the right word
for a soul enshrouded in a darkness blinding the light
Within that darkness, and quite accustomed, I see you
I will not lose sight of you as long as you live in despair,
and I will accompany you through the silent heartache
that withers your soul to the last thread of life
And hopefully, I can do more for you than offer words,
but also offer support and love of a friend that you may trust
with secrets as vague and as complex as they may come
Tell me much, or tell me nothing, and I will still understand
I can read it from the lines of your lifeblood
I can see it in the words that pour from your heart
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And I will always remind you of it.
Written May 24th, 2006
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Another wonderful poem and...ah, I can't think of new words. I'm very limited. Ahem, yeah, such a beautiful write, and yes, I'll be writing like that time and time again
Wonderful worky. Hm...I'm trying to think who all these poems could be about...but I'm so oblivious
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this is moving and wise. this shares so much with great flow. i am blown away and amazed.
I can see it in the words that pour from your heart
thats my favorite line. you can feel the words and every line seems to move me. this truly is top class and you should be proud. this is impressive work!
~kellie~



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