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Live... again?
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Live... again? |
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A Beautiful Disaster Member
since 2007-01-13
Posts 409 |
I'm the light, but for different shadows, I'm a shadow of different lights, A perfect muse for an hour, The one with no past for a stranger, For the others - the one with no life. My destiny has been so cold to me That my tears have turned into ice. When the dream of tomorrow died, Giving up for the dream of one night, In a minute the time lost its value. But what was the value of wasted days? The sacred dream in the frame of lies? No, living up to one moment, If this moment itself is life. And happiness is as short as a kiss, As long as a sigh. Its remnants last till the snow melts - The snow that's never fallen. It's all been inside my mind. It is like a forgotten story - I make all that's missing up, Starting to wonder if I'm still existing. Living among the dead, Striving among the living, Trying to find the truth, Longing to be forgiven By my true self. Or just - Turn the time back and live. I just want to live again... |
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icequeen Senior Member
since 2001-12-09
Posts 633FL USA |
I completely understand this, having been there myself. I have found that no days are wasted as long as I can look behind and know I learned something from them. It makes me stronger. You expressed it well. I hope that if the poem is from your own heart, that you will know that determination will take you far, and you will, as you say, "live again". I wish you the best. Caroline |
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