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Untitled
Contributed by
karinagutierrez121
on
Thursday, 17th December 2009 @ 06:54:50 PM in AEST
Topic:
SadPoetry
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The thought of hope and it's highly out of reach for me.
My hands are weak and I barely feel the right to speak.
My hope,my dreams...deeply in wonder,because of the man I see.
He always stares back at me but never says a thing.
But something about him,the color of his eyes..
the corrections he makes everytime he feels as if his soul dies.
I know this man I see..He's the one that made me suddenly believe.
He was there every night when I fell asleep,whenever my day went wrong..
we always sat and prayed for a better day to come.But as days went by,I never saw him.
I waited by the garden where the roses began to wilt..As he never showed I felt every type of guilt..
Then before I knew it he arrived with a book of all his days.
He began to cry,as I looked on the last page..it says "now is my time",
I fell to my knees and begged god..please dont take away the only one thats sees me
as something.
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karinagutierrez121
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2009-12-17 18:54:50] (Date/Time posted on
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