The beginning and middle,
will never apprehend,
what will ever occur,
in the absolute end.
In the end, all that matters,
is what you did before.
In the end, all that matters,
is that everything's no more.
Once you have finished,
you can't change what's done.
The things you've done before,
the things you've begun.
In the end, all that matters,
is the precious time we've spent.
In the end, all that matters,
are not the arguments.
But what can you truly call,
a closure, a finish, an end?
When we cease to do something,
or when we "stop", but just suspend?
How was it? Any lines that were too long or had too many sylabbles?
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a but repetitive but good none the less. LOVE YOU R. and your deviant art page. you are so good! its not fair!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Aww thanks!!
You know Deviant art is also for poems???
But I can't figure out how to put poems on there :S
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