Dark Poetry #1 |
Misty Myth of "love" |
wolfie97 Member
since 1999-10-18
Posts 58Newcastle, WY USA |
Sometimes there is a breakthrough Like spring time, a begining. A breath of new Like birds of beauty singing. Meeting her there So soft, without care. Beauty so strong, I couldn't bare But you didn't play fair. I was controlled By a false warmth. I played a hand, and didn't fold. Now, I am left cold. You promised me time I promised you a call. You & your number didn't rhyme. Then I was happy, now I fall. Bitten again by failure. Will I ever succeed? My heart and mind you did lure, On my attention you did feed. Now I remember My promise to myself. Trust no one, please remember. Trust no one, not even myself. Sclice open inspiration, and bleed the beauty of art from within. ==Garrett-'sneaky'-Gall== |
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Isis Member Ascendant
since 1999-09-06
Posts 6296Sunny Queensland |
Aaw this is sad, you will succeed eventually, you are not a failure, look how you write. ((HUGS)) Now smile for me Reach inside your heart, that is the greatest gift you can bestow. Merry Christmas.. ~Isis~ (Daughter of Mystery) |
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Niemczak Member
since 1999-12-15
Posts 51 |
Truth in words. I can relate very well. |
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JennyLee Senior Member
since 1999-09-01
Posts 1461Northwestern, NJ. |
This may be sad, but is so vivid in it's truth. I love reading your work Jenny Love is an attempt at penetrating another being,But it can only succeed if the surrender is mutual. |
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