Open Poetry #38 |
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since 2006-05-08
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The world is a large comedic display Nothings right and no ones wrong at all Love is a joke from god as a game We play it for pain, he watches us fall In so much as times love embrace I feel No game is as tragic as games of lorn For I love her and she loves not him real This feeling I get to wish I weren’t born As not being would be such a release From such complex a complicated realm I’m seeking love, happiness, simple peace My mind does wander to the shipless helm With all confusion I wish for reason I wish with time I’ll soon pass this season |
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and in time, you will....we all do....it's just passing that time that stinks. ![]() |
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