Those attractive vessels with precious stone eyes,
only leave you choking on their bitter lies;
mending frayed dreams for loves sake put on hold,
soul aged from wasted time, memories grown cold.
A mental purging robs you of your trust,
faith is no more, dignity is dust.
And so you’re returned to find your own way,
To make this long dark age transform to day
reclaim your passions; learn to be alone,
learn to be happy, to face the vast unknown
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Written May 24th, 2004
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billiant
i love this, i really like your use of words and ...
it's just brilliant!
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wow wow woww this is really great i've
never read a poem quite like yours well done keep up the professional work i'll read some of you other poem in a sec
well done again well done
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