I fought to feel what I had done before
Near a dry tear-stained desk
And I chose to run
Towards the fleeting moments perishing here
And chose to lie, in liers' banquet, and
Drained the heart of love, bliss...
In silent, follow
And here the sounds of falls with no color
But in my heart, a tide has turned
And raged through the heartless-ness
To bear the soul beauty again
And write these words
And in my head, I've awoken'too
And not too late
To bear the soul beauty again
And write these words
I didn't feel anything when I started reading some more recent poems of mine, so if you read them before I deleted them, is this better?
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amazing
i love it. and yes a thousand times better than recent poems. much more emotion. enter in some of your poems at poetry.com mine are being printed and yours are a million times better than mine.


