RedStoneEB
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since 2003-06-08
Posts 772
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2006-04-20
05:00 AM
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Why sail me, O romance, Those breathes have been but my own No lover hid amongst the sheets- thou art wasted unto me but thy faith is of a greater service, Whom said tears never lie- When it was I that lied upon a thought of happiness within the unseen mist, ’Twas found to be the aching of the heart; longing for attention from another soul.
I drank the thought of desires, Met the intimate stranger Broke the surface of the river- a dream of such a passion to drown upon the moment, I painted thee in beauty unto my mind- an Angel without wings to walk below the clouds and sing the wise words of the aching heartstrings, We are all born to fall deeper than we should; but to stand within that moment the heart longs to love.
Ah, what beauty from the givers eyes, To smile the form is of no importance Let thy soul reach out from below thy aching longing- draw me with the depths of thy eyes before our eyes lose the war and become separated, Yet refuse to say that thee were ever interested- ’Tis thine way to betray what thy heart seeks of choices from a fate long never had, To turn the hourglass of the heart; ’tis to tame the feelings into never knowing the ground.
I hear the softly playing, Of the failures from the heart Each chord hath meant a word- Each beat hath meant the sound and thee hath been the voice who sung my downfall, Oft, the times spend alone wander lost and free- but lomesome hast the time seemed why can’t I be with thee? why can’t I be with thee.
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Earth Angel
Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215
Realms of Light
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2006-04-20
09:14 AM
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Well, she certainly is missing out on one heckuvvalotta love, romance, and passion!
A stirring and impassioned write! Exquisitely expressed!
EA
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