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Never Enough |
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N|D|N|C|Lost-Poet Member
since 2009-07-30
Posts 360New Orleans |
Gravel under my muddy shoes Stain on my shirt Hole in my heart Scars on my face From years of abuse Hands are shaky Hair- I probably got too much Lord knows its not soft to the touch The cloudy days are here Sunny days- Don't know what they are Not much to look at I speak too soft My eyes are brown- Like the rest of the world At the most I got a nice smile At the least I'm probably in denial Some say I'm beautiful Some say I'm ugly My soul isn't what it used to be And my pride? Hah. What's that? Even if I had you, for just one night I'd probably lose you, before sunlight My moms frowns at my path My pops took off running and fell flat You can listen to my voice Say its raspy and rough Good Maybe that'll be enough To touch the sky But I don't know why I can love you But he can probably love you better I can speak my mind, become your idol But in this world, is it so vital? Perhaps... The gravel under my muddy shoes On the path to nothing Should I find you, just so you can walk on past? ... Stare at the ground Watch the grass grow Listen to not a sound "We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars." Oscar Wilde |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
I love these poetic ponderings of yours, Zachariah. You are good. "My soul isn't what it used to be" you say ... look twice and deeper please ... and you will see its perfect radiance! Love, Margherita |
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GBride Senior Member
since 2009-07-02
Posts 538 |
Enchanting!!! |
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shalisadefa Member
since 2009-08-13
Posts 114 |
There will probabably always be somebody better than who we are on a certain level. But does it matter? YOU are the one shining now! |
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