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With the Wind Comes Sorrow
Fires of the heart begin to rise,
Tower of problems built,
Can't understand why I'm im caught,
Caught in the rush of my own anger.
Snows of the heart begin to fall,
Mercy covered in a frosty sheen,
Can't understand why I'm so cold,
Cold with the rush of my hate.
Waters of the heart begin to still,
The glassy reflection I see is tormented,
Can't understand why I'm still mad,
Mad with the rush of tears in my eyes.
Winds of the heart being to blow,
Bringing calm and sorrow true,
Now I understand that I was wrong,
wrong to direct my hate on a friend.
by moonlightmage
posted on 12/07/2007
Tower of problems built,
Can't understand why I'm im caught,
Caught in the rush of my own anger.
Snows of the heart begin to fall,
Mercy covered in a frosty sheen,
Can't understand why I'm so cold,
Cold with the rush of my hate.
Waters of the heart begin to still,
The glassy reflection I see is tormented,
Can't understand why I'm still mad,
Mad with the rush of tears in my eyes.
Winds of the heart being to blow,
Bringing calm and sorrow true,
Now I understand that I was wrong,
wrong to direct my hate on a friend.
by moonlightmage
posted on 12/07/2007
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Comment by moonlightmage: Dec 10, 2007 2:20 pm
*cough* jason *cough* LOLComment by Atwood: Dec 11, 2007 5:30 pm
I know you don't like this poem very much but it's still good =]Comment by zentouro: Dec 12, 2007 8:43 am
very good job,
i'm glad you posted a poem...
cause you had not in a while
built over time
mortar and brick
cement and rhyme
double meanings
excuse assumptions, i beg
but not only matches
emblaze the powder keg
double edged knives
swords can cut both ways
and i'll take my feelings too the grave
even if they number my days
time passes
and so much is lost
and though history may repeat
at what cost?
rewritten again and again
one can only wonder
how often can we recover?
how long till distant thunder...
can i go through this,
again and again?
was it worth it?
i called you friend.
**yeah so. partly through this. i realized this prolly isnt even about me. jeez. i'm not full of myself at all...