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The Rain: Part 1.cold saltine is once again kissing the outline of my face but these tears aren't bitter, darling these are the tears I've been longing for the tears I've dreamt about as a young girl naive and longing for the "happy ones" those that possess the knowledgeThe Rain: Part 1.
of something so remarkable
dare we say, perfect? that the beautiful summer's rain is mirroring my image against our familiar window that we whole-heartedly share full of reminders pleasant memories of once we once were.. and still are. Beautiful, Inseparable pretty words are far from exempl
by ~SilenceAndHeartbeats
Waltz.The sky continues sobbing As I tremble in my bed.. Creating a melodic masterpiece On top of songs that I have shed. Notes tapdance on my rooftop Harmony stirs my soul. Waking up my forgotten heart.. My heart that took it's toll. Memories are streaming.. Like the creeks we used to know.. Where we would splash and dip our feet.. As we watched the water flow. But now all of that is left behind. Just like my beaming smile. Along with tattered bedsheets. Tossed across the tile. Still the tears do tapdance.. Up and down my mind.. Bringing bacWaltz.
by ~SilenceAndHeartbeats
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you're a brilliant poet, btw.
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The sculptor shapes the clay, but without the clay the sculptor would find himself useless. So the clay deserves some recognition for his art. They are partners, not master and slave.
meh stuff :3
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"Yes, it's a dream that keeps you going then and now." - Charles Bukowski
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Alone and scared in my corner
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"We are all merely pawns,
On this mortal board of Chance:
Vagabonds of Fate,
Prisoners, of Circumstance."
BIE TILE...
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All I hear is silence...
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