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and the words fell onto the page
just as silently as he aged
a lost memory is regained
when the truth is revealed
and the rains rain
everything happens in good time
life certainly has it's own way to rhyme
don't you wish you were still young
and could feel the pleasure of the past's rain upon your tongue?
how does it feel
to live this lie?
knowing you'll carry this
til your final goodbye
8:38 AM 7/6/2013
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Poetic indeed. Food for
Poetic indeed. Food for thought.
Glad you thought so,
Glad you thought so, Stain.
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
Moving poem for sure. Gives
Moving poem for sure. Gives off a depressing/lonely vibe. I don't want to get old!
Getting old isn't bad,
Getting old isn't bad, justanotherscreen, but getting old the way the person who i wrote this about is getting old is worse than spending your entire life in prison. I am sure it will last beyond his death. But karma is a worse bitch than any of us.
~peace~
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "