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| *Blow_Don't_SUCK* |
 Feb 24 2006, 04:44 PM
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Unrequieted
He bids me farewell in the ocean of icy blues Drawing simple lines of devout yet unrequieted love Using my heart as his cage of lust Burying it between the depths of his pages Sitting in an ocean of ignorance His heart lies somewhere else In a meaning deeper than what I can offer I can never sing him the song of life Or give him the wine he desperately thrists Such a cold winter it was under those grey trees My eyes first glimpsed the artist of life A radiating figure sketching his life in an ocean of white Filling the empty void with dark shades of color Blissful voices of admiration "A young girl with interest," A man of his age, it was considered an abomination Closing in his book of scenes I want more of this foolishness Rather it ended in a single second A wave goodbye was what I needed I looked back and yet he didn't A relationship not mutual to that of mine His heart embed to my passionate secret Holding onto an inevitable wish He will never know of what I dream in my sleep //edit I spelled unrequieted wrong 
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Mar 1 2006, 08:18 PM
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It's good. I don't really know what to say. I've read so many poems, but yes it was very interesting.
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Mar 1 2006, 09:34 PM
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^haha ok thanks
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