Not tall yet not short
Collecter of many a sort.
Nor ugly, nor handsome
Confused to be asked "how come?".
Beaten and into hatred and saddness
To many a doctor had thought "What a mess".
Puzzled by so many questions
Questions that had gave me so many suggestions.
Grown up within darkness, and new to light
Looking out to the days gone by to what a sight.
Taught thyself to be respectful and kind
Although its slow to process within my mind.
Pain and saddness always to endure
Love and peace with radience so pure.
Kind and quiet is how I act to thee
Until thy curse is lifted and free.
So shall I recieve no love to be forgiven
As thyself has always been forgotten.
A contest entry
- Yourself (or the love of your life) as a facade of a building by chills.
450 points, ended March 18, 2008, 9 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Ah, perhaps your house and mine sit side by side, Such a familiar structure you seem to be. Excellent read this was. Good luck to you ~Bret~
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I think that you
will find your perfect place. Take Heart. Thank you for such a fine entry for my contest.
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