Tearing into this soul,
fingers of life
Piercing into this heart,
a rusted knife
Rivers of tears,
that shall never be shed
I've been living this trying life,
as one of the dead
My mind encased,
within a metal box
Decorated with every emotion,
there is but one key to all these locks
Held in my hand,
an uncovered lie
A piece of myself,
I'd been trying to hide
Walking through a forest,
of bryers and thorns
From a fragile state of mind,
this realization was torn
Reaching into this soul now,
are the hands of my father
And seeping into this heart-surly,
is the love I thought was a bother
Now I sigh deeply,
finally sure of myself
For this beat of life,
is one of the best I've ever felt.
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You took so long to wake up to cold-hard reality, that we had hot chocolate.
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"looking in a mirror
what do I see?
an unknown face
looking back at me
a face twisted with anger and pain
to represent the night my tears fell like rain"
I found this poem on a sheet of lined paper at a train
station when I was 9
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You took so long to wake up to cold-hard reality, that we had hot chocolate.
--
"looking in a mirror
what do I see?
an unknown face
looking back at me
a face twisted with anger and pain
to represent the night my tears fell like rain"
I found this poem on a sheet of lined paper at a train
station when I was 9
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You took so long to wake up to cold-hard reality, that we had hot chocolate.
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Born to fight, trained to kill,
prepared to die, but never will.
Smile you still got 10 secounds left to live.
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"I asked Jesus how much he loved me, and he streached out his arms and died." (Yeah, I know it is kinda blunt, but it was a poster in my sunday youth class >< I LOVE it)
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Born to fight, trained to kill,
prepared to die, but never will.
Smile you still got 10 secounds left to live.
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"I have fought a good fight, i have finished my course, i have kept the faith"
2TIM 4:7
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