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where do they keep the crows?

Contributed by feathercut on Wednesday, 18th May 2005 @ 12:15:39 PM in AEST
Topic: Lifepoems



And now my passion's spilt
on your face, you step back
we lye tired and now able
to remember what we lack

empty eyes, i walk away
dress yourself and leave

the room is motionless
i try and find the cracks
so i can release

No tears and now goodbyes
just dry very dry
i cant remember where it began
i just hope somebody knows

counting my seconds with my fingers
one hand is enough
holding time within a fist
fighting for whats suppose to be

Never fit and nevr able
never finished never free
just dragging the grey
till the black
fighting for whats suppose to be

Nothing living
Always freedom
to roam
without a reason
where do they keep the crows
i just hope somebody knows

Never finished never free
just dragging the grey into the black
fighting for whats suppose to be
i just hope somebody knows
i just hope somebody knows
i just hope somebody knows
do you?





hope?




Copyright © feathercut ... [ 2005-05-18 12:15:39]
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Re: where do they keep the crows? (User Rating: 1 )
by Tiffany_23_t on Monday, 14th November 2005 @ 03:26:10 PM AEST
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It is a lovely poem


Re: where do they keep the crows? (User Rating: 1 )
by Dri on Wednesday, 30th November 2005 @ 06:38:07 PM AEST
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i really do like this!! some minor spelling errors, but still very strong.

"And now my passion's spilt
on your face, you step back
we lie tired and now able
to remember what we lack"

that is such a powerful start. i loved it




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