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A Romantic Heart Member Ascendant
since 1999-09-03
Posts 5496Forever In Your Heart 
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When The music of my soul has stopped playing, will you still dance with me? This mold I have been shaped to fit, unraveling, slowly, becomes undone, Form and shape, do not exist, only wild imaginations and dreams, my lips, hard-pressed, leave a stain, a love song written in red. Each day a part of me is dying, slowly fading, my colors turning, once bright, vivid hues, now grey, I can feel it slipping quietly away, With each breath, with thoughts, 0ne does ask, Will I be remembered? what mark have I left? if any? Will history speak my name?. Will my ghost haunt the minds of the future? as my bleeding words are read from pages, my heart will speak from the grave, to star-crossed lovers, whom I have never met. As I lye in the cold dark earth, my lowly whispering voice, cries, when you stand and hear a voice, echoing upon the breeze of the wind, Listen closely, as you hear, remember me....remember me... |
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Bloodline Member
since 2009-05-23
Posts 236Oklahoma |
A Romantic Heart, In song your soul will sing across the universe, and we will all be listening, Bloodline |
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A Romantic Heart Member Ascendant
since 1999-09-03
Posts 5496Forever In Your Heart |
Awwww, so sweet, thank you Bloodline, a compliment to remember! ARH~  |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
0ne does ask, Will I be remembered? what mark have I left? if any? Will history speak my name?. Perhaps the answer is in the asking. *S* When you care enough, you make a difference and leave your mark. *S* Beautiful work! *S* |
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Heart2Heart Senior Member
since 2009-05-15
Posts 738Scotland/Norway |
A hauntingly beautiful lament, so exquisitely penned. Heart2Heart |
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Suncleaver Member
since 2009-01-18
Posts 481Stafford England |
You have already made an indelible impression upon me. And the words from your heart will be remembered well. My little lover. |
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Billie Cullimore Member
since 2009-03-27
Posts 315 |
Dear child-- You paint with words what I dry to capture on canvice. I am a professional artist, and you are a professional poet. Billie C. |
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