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At the End of Our Day
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At the End of Our Day |
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openthoughts Member
since 2006-01-16
Posts 94Where the child can be free |
I felt the need to justify this poem. I am aware that the uncomfortable and flexible meter in this poem makes reading it somewhat unnatural. This is because I originally wrote it as lyrics. I promise it flowed much better in song. At the End of Our Day This person that you think I am I have to live with all the expectations HOw much can you really want from one man Without finding a few little complications The night drifts off to sleep The guests all find their one ways home Shadows start to creep As each guest wanders all alone Not sure where home is anymore How strong do you believe me to be What hero have you mistaken me for What happens when you discover the person you see Was never really me At all Not at all... |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
the subject is great and the reading was fine enjoyed this |
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Drauntz Member Elite
since 2007-03-16
Posts 2905Los Angeles California |
nice poem and quite humble. good. |
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