Ignore the lines and creative notes,
A naked truth in life we find,
As elementary as such thought implies,
A clear suggestion in my finite mind.
The days progress and indeed my
Only thoughts turn to you,
My passing delusions a melody decried,
But existence is not defined by truth.
So sing me sorrow,
And sing the end,
My months are hollow,
My sole intent,
In truth my soul,
And every part,
These lines imperfect,
Faced with your heart.
A contest entry
- One Day Duel by MuddyKing.
300 points, ended March 19, 2007, 9 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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songs of the heart tend to be sad songs
and this is no exception
excellent
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