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Gone.
Contributed by
Spudda27
on
Wednesday, 26th October 2005 @ 01:49:37 AM in AEST
Topic:
anguished
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Angels tread, clouds carry what was left
of pride and pain away together,
as if they were the same.
My loss is not new to the world,
But it is new to me.
Damn those who say live today
for tomorrow you may be dead.
For she is dead, and I live today
As she did.
Pain.
What a fertile thing.
But just before it leads the way,
it kicks in, and rips your heart out.
But it's not the pain of the heart
Or the sorrow of the head
that calls us back again.
It is the idea that we all are players
On the same stage.
And any minute we can be called away
To face the director,
And cry.
Copyright ©
Spudda27
... [
2005-10-26 01:49:37] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Gone.
(User Rating: 1 ) by shelby on
Wednesday, 26th October 2005 @ 02:23:57 AM AEST (User
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moving write
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Re: Gone.
(User Rating: 1 ) by aprilrose on
Thursday, 27th October 2005 @ 04:09:16 AM AEST (User
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grat poem keep wrighting :) aprilrose |
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