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This barless prison...
This eternal darkness...
The darkness surrounds me
The air is heavy...
Sitting here wondering how, and why
Head in hands, looking down...
Pale face adorned with blue green eyes
Crowned with golden silk...
Dragged out, worn out, torn up
A week where I'd just sleep...
This rain constantly pouring down on us
On day the storm has brewed because of our...
I'm sorry I can't be better, I don't know how to...
You say I'm the greatest, then why do I upset you...
Why must you always go?
Seems once the silt settles it is disturbed again...
The scent of death lingers in the air
Beasts once proud lay slain...
True love is similar to a dog. AS a dog to his master, only true love stays strong through sickness, health, good, and bad, poverty and wealth. True love is a guardian and friend, as is a canine companion. |
Through all the hell life promises, one thing keeps a person of good heart going. It is called love. It is the driving force behind many great things suh as poetry, art work, and music. Through your darkest hour, love shall light the pathway out of it. |
Sometimes you need to lose something good to realize something better. |