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Poet's LamentCliche is your hand, Your words o'erused. They mean nothing. Behind the page you hide your face. Step away, it won't matter. The lines written lie and the pen keeps going; Taking your purpose, your point, your life, away.Poet's Lament
No one can hear you scream in t


The MetaphorToday should have come sooner. This one decision made all the difference in the world, and to think it took me this long to figure it out. Seeing her in that dress the one that hugs every inch of her like her own skin is worth the countless twenty-five dollar-an-hour ballroom lessons Id invested in a few months ago. Nothing was, or could ever be again, as pure and meaningful to me than the expression on her face. She cascades around the dance floor with the grace of any professional. She is a vision. I stepped off the dance floor and leaned on a pillar, watching as she is cut free. Free from the burdens and the responsibilities, frThe Metaphor


This Is Where...Laying in the field, Sitting on your favorite swinging bench on your back porch, At the beach, where the breeze was the only thing softer than your touch, Walking down the side of the road at 2:38 in the morning, On top of the car under the stars... Right here, Right now, And all of the above: ...I fell in love with you.This Is Where...
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We are a whisper. We are the wind.
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it was a bad day. the sun exploded;
the earth roiled and tore entire cities asunder;
the bus in front of my car crashed violently and everyone died;
i ran out of green tea.
~ ohsostarryeyed
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We are a whisper. We are the wind.
Thank you for the favourite! I really appreciate your support.
Keep up the great work!
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I love you.
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My flaws are probably my greatest perfections.
Then again, maybe that's just me trying to be optimistic?
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Some see things as they are and ask why. I dream things that never were and say why not
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