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Was I given new life or torn asunder
I look back and think and sometimes I wonder
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He says it’s a favorite, historically sound
So I’ve got my supplies in a pre-cooking mound.
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VERSE 1: / Unaware of who is casually calling my name / Unaware of when the secret will be revealed / Unaware of why this moment seems so out of place / All I know is I have been waiting to see your sweet face /
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I'm not going to say "I love you," or give you flowers, or chocolate, or even buy you a card.
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My hunger is not for sustenance or subsistence, but for persistence of the acknowledgment of my existence.
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I came to college for knowledge. Instead, I've been bombarded and sharded by a diversity university.
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I dream that I am a hero I try to keep my house clean
by GJCotterman
21 lines, 3 comments,
on Dec 22 10:05 AM 2006
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Crying cinnamon tears beneath the rosemary rain
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The Sun, it chides my frailty as I linger on your name,
But even the Sun can not deny it heats us both the same.
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and silences the screaming with a sip
she fights away the darkness by breathing in the white
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Beauty so rare it seems wrong to partake
in this Dance of the Night, Song of the Day.
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lying low in the trenches deep,
the heat seeks to find a way in.
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I couldn't bear to show the world how weak I really felt,
So I embodied passion so I'd burn instead of melt.
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I can't forget you
But I, I have to let you go
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I am willing to be delicate with you because I know you will guard my honor and my love.
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I have travelled the world.
I have feigned peace and hope.
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Rest your heart on my lips.
Yearn no more.
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I reached for her delicate hand ...
... and so our dance began.
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I AM delicate and strong
I wonder what people really think of me
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In that moment, all was right with the world.
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things I would like to ask
but I am met with silence
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but chaos can not bring stability
and drama can not compare to the sweet rush of peace
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My heart, it broke but I'll outlast
The memories that you have left
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Marriage is forever; don't be a fool --
Time moves slowly when shackled by mistakes.
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