| Open Poetry #33 |
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The Smile has grown stagnet |
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Foxyoasis Senior Member
since 2003-06-10
Posts 974Atlantic Beach,Fla
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Icy cold hearts of finger tip days of a many things breaking Fragile minds open hearts the windows thrown open to your arms I want to dart The shades are drawn in my chamber I lay in grey waves of motions of morns and lost of my own sence of reality For you I miss the gentle smile you place before me,my days run together the blood run cold To another one I must roam sadness nasause darkness around Sunshine peeks through my blinds of blackness nite through my own fears and spite I grow to find myself within. Fool me once shame on you.....Fool me twice shame on me..... |
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Magnus![]()
since 2001-10-10
Posts 14135South Carolina, USA |
It is good when you can come out of it. You might want to look at your spelling in a couple of places. sence should be sense. You also have one word that I am not sure of what it should be...I think perhaps nausea, not sure... Also, in your title...Stagnet should be stagnant (as in not moving, pooling in one place) |
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Foxyoasis Senior Member
since 2003-06-10
Posts 974Atlantic Beach,Fla |
thank you! ![]() |
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