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 Posted: Mon Aug 13, 2007 10:33 am
Just an imperfected poem i wrote in class one day
burning fire
cold desire
take me by the hand
take me near
the desert of fear
and drop me in the sand
let me roam
until I’m home
and can weep in bed
words unknown
have flown
all around my head
a scream outside
I have to hide
I've run all day
I've played my role
he'll take my soul
I have to get away
I must run
into the sun
I can not let him find me
faster I go
can’t be slow
he is right behind me
I trip and fall
I hear his call
it's over I know
he starts to grin
he knows he'll win
I've never felt so low
up rises the moon
it will be soon
it's over and done
a heart like coal
he'll take my soul
if I ever had one
he comes to me
now I see
how handsome he can be
I fly like a dove
I'm in love
Oh no, he got me
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Posted: Tue Aug 14, 2007 2:09 am
It's certainly better than I could do... I can't write poems to save my life. You have a talent.
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Posted: Tue Aug 14, 2007 12:09 pm
Thank u so much. Its nice 2 kno someone appreciates my work ^_^
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Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2007 6:12 am
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