Open Poetry #27 |
Whatever Our Souls Are Made Of |
Gina Culliney Member
since 2003-03-08
Posts 170 |
Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same. One is dark, the other wild, but both share equally in sorrow and in pain. I can see with such clear vision where this road shall lead me and from him nothing of my inner being I shall ever with hold. Tis so Sad, for in truth, I have never once been told. I could never live without my wild heart, nor die without my dark soul. |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Nice writing...James |
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the_loner_23 Member Ascendant
since 2002-06-08
Posts 5479Jacksonville, Florida, USA |
Awesome write Cold hands means a warm heart |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Beautiful! You are One. Love, Margherita |
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Laqe Member
since 2003-06-15
Posts 72Michigan, US |
Very beautiful... I understand the feeling of being complete with your opposite. .Echo. |
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Gina Culliney Member
since 2003-03-08
Posts 170 |
James, The Loner, Margherita, Laqe, thanks so much for your thoughts and honesty. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
neat |
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Gina Culliney Member
since 2003-03-08
Posts 170 |
Passing Shadows Thanks! |
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