DarkVortex
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Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words." -Robert Frost
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Post by DarkVortex on May 22, 2005 18:55:46 GMT -5
The angel without wings once said. "If I were to abandon hope I would be dead." To her failed devotion only came death's design. Taking her soul and having what's left sign.
The angel without wings once listened. To the father of all, who made her glisten. But the light diminished and fell to desolate dust. As soon did her obscure faith and quavery trust.
The angel without wings once cherished. All the times where love remained and never perished. She did love a man so authentic to heart. Until the bitter lies made the abysmal bleeding start.
The angel without wings once died. From all of love's anguish as she cried. She only called out for the chance of a last goodbye. From the loved one to her with a promising lie.
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Post by alostandbrokensoul on May 28, 2005 7:03:13 GMT -5
another wow! i applaude you, and your work its wonderful!!
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