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Torns of the serpent

I was born to a rose and I was born to a snake
I grew more bitter with every breath that I'd take

I am a beauty with the fangs of a serpent and the thorns of a rose
I have the heart of child though through rough skin it never shows

My first love was born to a eagle and an antelope
He had eyes of mystery, grace and hope

He was a siren with on one side the words of saint
But with glass on his tongue I soon grew faint

The glass on his tongue and thorns on my skin were enemies
And when he opened his mouth I used my thorns like cavalries

After the war we sat down bleeding side by side
He flew away and left me bleeding as I cried

As I dried my blood and closed my wounds my thorns grew longer
My tears ran dry and my eyes harden as my fangs grew stronger

Time passed and my seconds love came to me
He came so swifly....there was no chance to flee

He was born of a white tiger and a honey bee
He had sweetness in his name but he still stung me

He was rough around the edges and had eyes of a wild cat
By the end we had both lost all of our love and blood in combat

Now my fangs hold poison and my thorns have grown thick
My eyes are no longer soft and my heart is as heavy as a brick

I wait patienly for my third love the enter in
My fangs are on gaurd because of all that has been  

                          ~Dia~  1/5/05   ( I might add more later..maybe change it a bit  )




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Written January 5th, 2005

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  • ShiningGreyStar
    February 4, 2005
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    thanks for the comment!!! i appreciate it!

    My Deepest Regards,
    ~ShiningGreyStar~

  • Fry
    January 25, 2005
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    this is a little wierd but im guessing thats what you were going for. ummmm my favorite lines in this poem were "As I dried my blood and closed my wounds my thorns grew longer
    My tears ran dry and my eyes harden as my fangs grew stronger
    ". something about them just jumped out at me. i guess it just reminds me of shit that ive gone through, and as a result my fangs did grow longer. and also ive been discribed as a poisonous from an ex so theres something else. all in all a really great right. unique to you, always a bonus!
    luv erin


  • requiempoet gold member
    January 25, 2005
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    great job! I like it! ::claps::


  • ShiningGreyStar
    January 25, 2005
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    WOW...that...was...so...good!! claps for you!!! u get my clappy man!! take care of my clappy man!!


  • Reset Button
    January 25, 2005
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    Amazing. The imagrey and metaphors! All intwined with rhyming! How do you do it! Such talent, I read and become discouraged. You write about something that has been breeched thousands of different times but never this way. Brilliant and beyond genius. [insert all words of high praise]. Bookmarked this is going to be.


  • HammeR
    January 17, 2005
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    Creative just like you.

    Paitenly awaiting your third loves chance, careful for your motives are given away by your stance. Should you surrender or poise for a strike, surely your heart was captivated by this third love that you like? Time and patience I leave with you now, hoping that happiness finds you somehow. Lovely write, I see that your heart has been touched by memories of past loves and anticipation of what shall come. Keep your spirits high and gracefully bound through the days. Thank you for sharing and take care. Snake and rose huh?

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