With the passing of the seasons
The wound began to heal
Now the clashing of our reasons
Is all I seem to feel
With each memory that ascends
I rupture deep inside
But I no longer can pretend
My love for you has died
I kept my emotions repressed
Though you might not agree
For it was at my own request
that
You got the best of me
©2008 *delusionzOFgrandeur
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Author's Comments
I was going through my Poetry Folder when I ran
across an unfinished piece from last year.
After tying up the loose ends, I decided it was deviantART-worthy.
I especially like the ending. I'd love to hear your thoughts, if you have any!
Written May 29, 2007 --- Refined March 19, 2008
across an unfinished piece from last year.
After tying up the loose ends, I decided it was deviantART-worthy.
I especially like the ending. I'd love to hear your thoughts, if you have any!
Written May 29, 2007 --- Refined March 19, 2008
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Devious Comments
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I'll be someone's inspiration.
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I'm so adjective, I verb nouns.
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I'll be someone's inspiration.
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I'm just a dead man
Lyin' on the carpet
Can't find a heartbeat
Make me breathe.
--- Dead Man, Jars of Clay
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I'm so adjective, I verb nouns.
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I'm just a dead man
Lyin' on the carpet
Can't find a heartbeat
Make me breathe.
--- Dead Man, Jars of Clay
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