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What is it that you desire.
I refuse to let my spirits raise any higher.
Holding the sharp blade in my hand.
The feel of it so cold and bland.
How easy it would be.
To cast my lifeless body out to sea.
Then let nature take me away.
And i hope everyone has a nice day.
Because then i will be free.
And i will not care about anyone missing me.
So please wave goodbye.
And i hope you don't cry.
So i'll go on my own to find my place.
On my own, not following anyone's pace.
I refuse to let my spirits raise any higher.
Holding the sharp blade in my hand.
The feel of it so cold and bland.
How easy it would be.
To cast my lifeless body out to sea.
Then let nature take me away.
And i hope everyone has a nice day.
Because then i will be free.
And i will not care about anyone missing me.
So please wave goodbye.
And i hope you don't cry.
So i'll go on my own to find my place.
On my own, not following anyone's pace.
Literature
Dancing With Dreams
'I'm back.'
The fragile silence collapsed. Slowly, the Other looked up, 'I thought... I thought you'd gone....'
'Forever?'
'For longer...' Came the murmured reply.
The Speaker swallowed, 'I'd never leave you.'
'Then where did you go?' asked the Other, indignation making cold words hot.
'I went to chase that happy ending,' answered the Speaker, 'I danced with all the dreams in the world and tried to discover perfection.'
An icy glare, 'So, what did you find...?' The question was bitter.
'I realised that the dreams I danced with were mere imitations of you – and I brought my happy ending back in a box.' The Speaker held out a smal
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A fairy tale without lies
When I used to think of you,
I'd look at that picture of you with that fairy tale smile,
The puffiness underneath your eyes,
A smoldering feature beneath the longing pain coloring the background of my mind.
So my first impression of you was maybe a bit off,
As are my denials,
Of our heart connection,
And that maybe someday I will find you the one to see in love.
People talk about all the things in life to go back to.
I only think of you to hold on to.
And every touch of your love sends warmth in a way,
Where I could almost smell a fairy tale without lies.
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The Sweetest Letter
The boy who said he'd never cry,
Fell in love with the girl who was going to die.
She'd had cancer for over two years,
And that's when the boy first shed his tears.
Their love was stronger than any before,
It's too bad that they couldn't have more.
They stayed together for as long as they could,
Though that idea probably wasn't good.
The young boy knew he shouldn't have stayed,
But he just wouldn't go away.
He cared about his love too much,
His pain was lifted by her comforting touch.
Then one night his beauty died,
And the broken boy sat down and cried.
He'd never been so upset in his life,
But he refused to turn to the knife.
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Very nice poem.
Some people only are driven by desire and they lose their way and place easily. Theoretically you can also find your place if you know, what you desire.
I'm not good in this...writing helpful comments and so on.
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Some people only are driven by desire and they lose their way and place easily. Theoretically you can also find your place if you know, what you desire.
I'm not good in this...writing helpful comments and so on.
But well... I liked