Why do you run from what is truth?
Knowing the depth of love...
Can hide the depth of race.
Darling, I can be yours...
But you run from my past.
You were an angel of myst
Someone I could speak with,
To love to the ends of time
And be a mother...
For a lost mother...
You nearly were mine
And now I'm alone...
What are dreams for?
My heart has kissed it's last
I can not pretend anymore
You nearly were mine
And now...
Only a bird, flying away to a sunset...
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This Nearly Was Mine
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You were an angel of myst
No perfect words could discribe what u just did.. This is one of my favorites i have read on "AP" so far!
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Race is a touche subject. That kinda pisses me off. Not really a critique (against you or your poem), just something on my mind.
The pain of love (and loss thereof) is a difficult emotion to properly portray (especially to someone who has never really 'loved'), but I think you've captured your emotions picture-perfect.
My attitude to these types of things has always been the "cry me a river, build me a bridge, get over it" (I'm a... much colder person that I let off here), but your poem really does make me feel sympathetic. I just dislike dealing with people who bring these emotions to me.
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