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the snow in december is cold but so is the spring rain do you ever wonder if heaven is filled with pain
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The Ramblings Of A Madman in my dreams its old memories scattered throughout
desolate landscapes
what was once a fantasy of true love ended
with no storybook endings
what once was anxious lovers looking to the future
are now jackals fighting over scraps of the past
the snow in december is cold
but so is the spring rain
do you ever wonder if heaven is filled with pain
in this world of mine filled with torment there's no good guys
or bad
true love is a thing of the past
I'm a veteran of a infinite number of psychological wars
I just don't know who the enemy is any more
I've been living on the edge so long I'm not sure that there's
anything left of me anymore
the scars on the inside far out number the thousands
on the outside
the snow in december is cold
but so is the spring rain
do you ever wonder if heaven is filled with pain
seems like all my tomorrows turns into yesterdays
everything that I've ever loved just seems to fade away
what does it matter if you live in a penthouse if it's in the ghetto
in the bars there's happiness and laughter but its all done
behind the smoke and mirrors
the snow in december is cold
but so is the spring rain
do you ever wonder if heaven is filled with pain
alone into the darkness I heard her call my name
here comes that feeling again I'm wrapping my dreams
around her and our love is healing' again
all my sins will be forgiven
then In the cold grey light of dawn a voice inside My head
says You can't lie to yourself anymore
the snow in december is cold
but so is the spring rain
do you ever wonder if heaven is filled with pain
~ D Donner ~
Oh, I can relate to this,
Oh, I can relate to this, Daniel. Always like to read your work even if I can't always comment.
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Huge, huge fan of your work.
Huge, huge fan of your work. I can see this being a song... Repetion is so impactful in poetry, and the repeated phrase you have in this piece is quite beautiful. Thank you for sharing!
"A poem is never finished, only abandoned" - Paul Valery
Thank's I'm glad someone
Thank's I'm glad someone likes the crap rattling around in My head
Every story-teller bends the myth to his own purpose. that's why a Hero has a thousand faces