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biterness
Contributed by
wazarov
on
Wednesday, 7th May 2003 @ 09:35:00 PM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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I’m the east and she’s the west
and in my feast, she’s all the best
as I lay among the dead
fresh like a maiden in her bed.
In a blink of an eye, she flies.
Beyond my grasp, she dies.
We talk prose as we get overdose
and I would be richest, if I was paid
for every word I wrote for her...
But it is easy to say what is hard to do.
I just wish that I’ll die before I will again cry for you.
I wish to fly, to where I will never again miss you.
Envy no man with a thirsty heart for a drought soul.
There is no fact, only the way you act...
Copyright ©
wazarov
... [
2003-05-07 21:35:00] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: biterness
(User Rating: 1 ) by Jenni_Kalicharan on
Wednesday, 7th May 2003 @ 11:09:12 PM AEST (User
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Lovely thoughts, Dean... loved this--->
and I would be richest, if I was paid
for every word I wrote for her...
Jenni |
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