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By distant moon Date: 2002 Mar 07 Comment on this Work [[2002.03.07.01.27.15026]] |
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Don't be fooled by peddlers, by falsities, I'm confused, but never more assured of anything...stay, feeling all alone, you know me... I'm just compromising What, I feel I am... I've been too loud, too talkative and throwing around all the feelings I have. Careless to you, and all your precious goals, life, love and selflessness. Now I've known, and I'm done and though I love you, no more will I, be shy, I've gone down pitiful, deep lives, Carved out of the mold, So enter, and behind all of this lies us, lies you...lies love. In the dead of night, oh so terrified, I'm touched by your love, light, sent down and pluralized. You're soothing, soft, and special eyes, blink and I'm mortified. When God created life, He must have first, envisioned you, I'm tossed. Stained. Broken and rebuilt much stronger. I swear, I am. |