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De-Lovely |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
Felt the pillows of crimes, retreating through souls of the sweet through the bitter. To sail through nights, wishing for a hand to hold, tracing a sign through the eyes heart. I bleed the blue, wish for the red, as mice seek tunnels through cracks of open truth. I laid on the balcony, tore the shield, as i lived through the gift of her smile. Take the armor, dress the body with false hopes, and believe the chants of laughter. I see the circle, but masks cant hide my feelings. To dream of gold, and then become silver, is as fast as ghosts of the wind. Cry me through this pain, because love is hiding in a jar, trapped behind the impossible. I missed my train. |
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Lexy Senior Member
since 2003-01-28
Posts 1038California |
I feel like I have missed my train a lot. hhmmm...in reality, I don't believe I have ever been on a train. Too aware that we are missing something, to realize that we just should have walked. Umm...I am confusing even myself, this afternoon. I love this though. elegantly put. I will look for more... you should email me, or something.  take care ~Lex |
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Hollow_Emptiness Senior Member
since 2004-02-01
Posts 715New Zealand |
Nice work, it didn't lose it's flow at all. The ending was great and same for the second stanza. Hollow. I find it kind of funny, I find it kind of sad. The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had. - Gary Jules, Mad World. |
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littlewing Member Rara Avis
since 2003-03-02
Posts 9655New York |
Tomer? this line alone blew me away: as mice seek tunnels through cracks of open truth. because immediately I saw them running to . . . knowledge . . . |
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