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Dec 3, 2008 2:26:26 GMT -5
Post by TheRedAlchemist on Dec 3, 2008 2:26:26 GMT -5
A hand is there, and now its not My love for you seemed like a fraud
A practical prank, a devious remark Nothing set this love to a spark
When out of the fiery blue I thought I had finally found you
But not to my own surprise I could see it in your eyes
You never bothered to look But I could read you like a book
I noticed your distance in time I wanted forever to make you mine
To have such a dream ripped from your heart To put a stop to your own hearts clock
It’s like a dream without an end With you I’d have countless hours to spend
When the voices ring like the angels sing Bring me back home to you.
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Dec 4, 2008 13:41:20 GMT -5
Post by Edward's Alter Ego on Dec 4, 2008 13:41:20 GMT -5
Wonderful as always, brother! n.n You write good poems! :3
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