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The Ramblings Of A Madman I sit alone in the passing of twilight
pressing fading memories between
the yellowed pages of time
my body covered in criss crossing scars
the good looks of youth long gone
as I waited for the dream to change
while owls hunted and ravens slept
your soft whispers remained on my mind
I wanted to know peace
I wanted to know of love
I wanted something more than tears
I wanted something not tainted in blood
to feel something other than lost
I pray to a unknown god
for all the others haven't listened
that the weight of the tombstones I carry within
will be abandoned
by my own free will
with no time to grieve,
with no time for goodbyes
I sit alone in the passing of twilight
pressing fading memories between
the yellowed pages of time
~ D Donner ~
your mind is a beautiful
your mind is a beautiful thing. a distinguished gentleman who runs beautiful rings around loves poets. You are the king of beautiful pain. this is a high complement from the dutchess of morose. hugss
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
I thank you but I'll always
I thank you but I'll always bow to you
Every story-teller bends the myth to his own purpose. that's why a Hero has a thousand faces