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Phiea Offer Upgrade User ID: 148243 United States 11/28/2012 11:31 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Late at night I lay I listen to the music play As I write poems I think of those with no homes How much it must hurt And how I feel like dirt This is cause I can't be there And clothe the bare God forgive my selfishness And give me happiness Happiness I may share Oh how I dare I dare to take on the world for it's all And to protect and help all Forever Alone? Tears run from my eyes I think of all the good byes I'm trapt in my own world all alone Every chance thrown I'm alone possibly forever To find my true love maybe never This is a great fear Will he ever be near He haunts me in my dreams But yet he is everywhere it seems Am I to be alone? Or will the road be shone? Even though I dont know If ever his face god will show I cry late at night Its an endless fight Its as if he's been with me before have I just shut the door? Its as if I miss him even though I cant recall meeting him Longing for Home As I try to nestle down in my chair I start to go into a blank stare I think, "Is there anyone next to my kin out there?" I nuzzle my blanket as I grab a nosh I'm filled with nostalgia for my nook Maybe I can find it in a book I'm always nomadic and a nonresident A oasis far far away is what I reach for I just can't find the door It feels so nigh But where does it lie? I tell my self, "I just want to go home" But truley where is home? It feels as if I was once there Even feels as if it was something that I did share. Poem of All Times Once there was a young child She was not at all wild Though in her, There were Many things, Like wings Flying and dieing For all knew her to be shy And life she could not deny She sang this song, It was so truly long It went on and on... It had no end It was like a message she had to send To the world, Yes the dark world IT was called earth, What was it worth? Her song was worth all lives The theme was pointed out like points of knives Out and seen, For every human being This may end, But it has a point to send For I am me, I am free, We are we That's all we've got to be, Now you may see |
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