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by Avenue Oct 30, 2006 category : Dark, fantasy / unexplained
Oh the knowledge That things often disappear And leave you all forever Without time for a tear And shed symbolic meaning Leaving you all to yourself Trying not to think of matters Lay them solemnly on shelves Is the knowledge that all you love Has no meaning when you're this This mess of pent up feelings Of sharp comments, and false bliss But still the world keeps changing So fast you cannot blink But no one's there to tell you why You are just left to think And when you think you start to see Start to open up some vault You can't close it, for now you see This mess is all your fault You hate the face that often Cries silently in the mirror And rue that evil knowledge That things often disappear
by Nobodys Hero
Wow, great work 5/5 =-) i really liked this poem! (Check out mine if you want, i like to know what people think)