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Living Today
Contributed by
April90
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Tuesday, 11th August 2009 @ 12:00:43 AM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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I've torn all the beautiful letters,
Each writing love just as a script,
These odes to the hopeless romance,
The shield and the sword for the broken,
For real - a couple quick notes,
Saying that everything ends.
I've buried my once cherished dream -
I'm tired of living tomorrow,
Tomorrow of yesterday,
Tomorrow that's already gone.
And the fortress that's built of sand
Would be good just for losing the fight.
Such a perfect love story would die
Right before its beginning, so tragic.
No one would be waiting for me
On the faraway island of hope.
And the hearth of a fantasy
Would give only deceptive warmth.
Even shallow and rotten hearts
Speak in oaths, serenades and rhymes,
Like a deaf man can sing a song
They enjoyed when they still could hear.
They create only to destroy,
As a word has the shortest life.
I still keep living in the wave
Of our being apart together,
We're living a mystery,
But at least it is not a lie.
And it's only life's perfect guise
In your eyes that I've fallen for.
Copyright ©
April90
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2009-08-11 00:00:43] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Living Today
(User Rating: 1 ) by Former_Member on
Tuesday, 11th August 2009 @ 05:52:16 AM AEST (User
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'Even shallow and rotten hearts
Speak in oaths, serenades and rhymes,'
Great writing, very profound.
-Phil |
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Re: Living Today
(User Rating: 1 ) by Capian on
Wednesday, 9th September 2009 @ 01:34:22 AM AEST (User
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Nice write, really enjoyed reading it! |
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