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S....
Contributed by
wazarov
on
Friday, 21st March 2003 @ 02:35:00 PM in AEST
Topic:
SecretLove
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buried alive in my own pride
the wound is open wide
and there`s nowhere i can hide
i`ve build a wall around my soul
days and nights full of ghosts
i`m their only host
she is coming through the mist
i can feel her feet floating over me
from her toes in my lips
divine wine goes through
filling up my chest with tears
moaning for this loss,or crying for my rose
her sting in my hand
the only thing she left to me
it`s true,she is not coming back
i`ll watch her fade away
i`m not what i`m use to be
i`m something out of time
every night speaking to god
i beg your silence to end
Copyright ©
wazarov
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2003-03-21 14:35:00] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: S....
(User Rating: 1 ) by DreamWeaver on
Saturday, 22nd March 2003 @ 06:39:26 PM AEST (User
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Your poetry is full of pain, confusion, some anger, hopelessness, hope - all the feelings I feel - but this poem ... wow ... with every line I was drawn in by your words - such depth and beauty inside the pain - an awesome write ... Jan |
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Re: S....
(User Rating: 1 ) by wazarov on
Saturday, 22nd March 2003 @ 11:12:24 PM AEST (User
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i thank u from the bottom of my heart, really, every word in my poetry is true and straight from reality,my reality i just desperatly try to share my human pain with the world thanks again my friend.. |
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Re: S....
(User Rating: 1 ) by AngryPrincess on
Monday, 14th April 2003 @ 12:04:29 AM AEST (User
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wow, (((wazarov))) my heart goes out to you...you know exactly how to change that pain into something the rest of us feel with you with every wonderful word you chose....a true poet draws in every reader and you do just that :O)
Lindsey |
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