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N|D|N|C|Lost-Poet Member
since 2009-07-30
Posts 360New Orleans |
So I put my pen to paper Once again Poured my thoughts Of love and sin Let it drip Let it drop Let it flood Never to stop Though my river of pain Feels much like the ocean It is not vast nor majestic It is shallow and domestic It goes ignored The pollution is poison But it is oh so beautiful Smile at the innocence of children Who have no idea of the pain in stored How life is so bitter Pain is so real Pleasure is so quick You might forget to feel I once read that a man can die a thousand deaths Before he is to take his final breath I've died this last week Or so to speak. "Everything has its beauty but not everyone sees it." |
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