| i hear you breathe so far from me, i feel your touch so close and real
and i know my church is not of silver and gold, its glory lies beyond
the judgment of souls. the commandments are our consulation and
warth.....
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| how can these feelings which inspire such flutters in my heart and
bring forth shakespearean verses from my mind also be the root of a
dark scared feeling, the fear of being broken. why is it that these two
feelings can coincide? doesnt make much sense to me. but who am i? i am
just a man on the razoredge waiting to see which way he falls; to the
happiness i feel in my heart and into the life i bring to life in my
poems or will i fall the wayward way and be smitted by the very
feelings and thoughts that put me here in the first place.
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| i'm drained but aching for more and the devil inside is reading the
words of the saddest poem to be engraved on the stone on my grave i'd
kill to share your pain and sell my soul for you just to say "i dream
what you're dreamsing and feel what you're feeling love's our shadow on
the wall with the face of god." nothing wiill be enough for the ones
who keep on stumbling in the garden of withering trust without the
courage to leave i'd take my life for your kiss and lose it all to take
you across the abyss...
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| let me bleed you this poem of my heart scarred and alone as heavens gates close forever shuting me out of your heart... |
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| im getting to old for this shit....same damn story different chapter.
perhaps it is true, this feeling ive had my whole life. perhaps i am
really...alone.
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