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Slashed soul Member
since 2000-03-29
Posts 86England |
Across the sifting sands of gold I look, I open my heart as I open a book finding the love inside gone a dull glow, where once it shone. My steed is chrome and black, my armour battered by love, weapons drawn in anger now sheathed destruction of two hearts complete. We never ran, we could never hide this pitch battle was fought from inside. I need love, I kidd myself i'm strong for a womans love is what I long Someone to share my kalidascope life a love to cherish during the night. -Rich-  ) -then there was nothing, but in my hour of darkness a chink of light shone ....offering hope and love....that light is you. |
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Elizabeth
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Member Ascendant
since 1999-06-07
Posts 6871Minnesota |
Very expressive, Slashed soul! Elizabeth And this I say to you: why? Why? Just tell me why, so I can understand. Why? |
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MagnoliaBlue Member
since 2000-05-12
Posts 367 |
Oh Rich, this is sad. We do get battered, don't we! The great thing about love is that we crave it , desire it, need it and it always helps us heal our hearts. Keep looking hon, she will find you! Great writing! MBlue |
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brian madden Member Elite
since 2000-05-06
Posts 4374ireland |
i believe love can heal our voids. A powerful poem, great stuff. I need love, I kidd myself i'm strong for a womans love is what I long Someone to share my kalidascope life a love to cherish during the night. ------------------------ "I've been too honest with myself I should have lied like everybody else"-Richey Edwards "Take nothing but pictures. Leave nothing but footprints. Kill nothing but time". Baltimore Grotto "Libraries gave us power Then work came and made us free What price now for a shallow piece of dignity" Nicky Wire, A design for Life. manic street preachers La Tristesse Durera (Scream to a Sigh) "Life has been unfaithful And it all promised so so much I am a relic I am just a petrified cry Wheeled out once a year, a cenotaph souvenir The applause nails down my silence La tristesse durera Scream to a sigh, to a sigh I see liberals I am just a fashion accessory People send postcards And they all hope I'm feeling well I retreat into self-pity, it's so easy Where they patronise my misery La tristesse durera Scream to a sigh, to a sigh I sold my medal It paid a bill It sells at market stalls Parades Milan catwalks The sadness will never go Will never go away Baby it's here to stay |
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