I write what I do..
of that I am sure..
not a little girl,
not all that pure..
There is no real 'me'
that I can't describe
with the hidden meaning of the words,
etched out three times.
No perfect meaning..
to a suicidal line..
just a peice of insicurity
that drifts in its own little bit of time.
Time wears on.
truth comes to dawn.
people never hear the signing.
of the angels tormented song.
You read little tibbits,
of days gone by..
every poem'n'story writen,
is a fabercated lie.
I've changed and matured like most girls do,
But people can't look past,
old points of veiws.
listing to chorus as they sing,
about heartaches and tears,
new loves and wise things.
The gentle rustle of the broken wings
a hand reaching out,
pulling me out of misery,
tearing though the doubt,
up the seven million heavens.
that I fell though...
everyday I tried to fly back up to be with you.
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Not good u_u
Written November 21st, 2004
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Great poem you show the true markings of a writer. I really enjoyed your poems. I've only written 11 I don't see how you've written 101. Lol. Well I'll talk to youz laers lol. Yea ok sorry It's like 12:45 I need sleep bye.
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Thanks ^_^
FFX rules ^_^ um thanks I changed it a little I think I want to take out the paragraphs and make four poems, because to me it seems like there all from diffrent poems. Domo Arigato Yunaleska-chan for you comment. -
This is a good one. I like the structure and I really like the last stanza. There's so much feeling in it and I can really relate to it in ways.
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