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Laura Venter Poems
i think i see, the wolf in me, the lonely wolf that howls to comfort itself
Trust is now untrusted...
i trusted you once before, but now my heart is sore, because i found out, the truth always there,
time, time is time is wasted time is real time is something we take for granted
Childhood, filled with dreams and forbiden belief, in what ever could you could see, the naughty child,
Betrayl of friends
the betrayl of friends never ends, for they will always lie and cheat, and will say you are always wrong, and you are scared because around them you feel like you dont belong
I am dominant and loud I wonder why people act in ways to impress others I hear whispers in my mind- conversations to myself I see myself in a forest- running
We’re both tired and we’re fighting, But neither of us knows why, I’m tired of the hurting, I’m tired of making you cry...
They don’t think the rumors torture me Because, I block them out. They don’t think the whispers hurt Because, I pretend I hear nothing.
I don’t have so how can I be?
I don’t have much to tell you, I don’t have much to say, Simply, because materialism took over our lives today. I cannot share my qualities,
love that dog
Love that dog like a flower loves the soil i said i love that dog like a fower loves the soil
Written work and then he shot her,
I envy beauty becuse its something i do not own, and if i did its not my own, and in this world i feel alone,
Lies lies lies
lies lies lies, we all tell lies lies lies, go to hell
Comments about Laura Venter
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
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Edgar Allan Poe
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i think i see,
the wolf in me,
the lonely wolf
that howls to comfort itself
that looks up at the moon,
because the moon is its only friend
but the moon is not always there,
and i see this lonesom beast.
i think i see,
this beast in me,
i think i may not bear,
Because this beast i see,
is definatly me,
i want to hide,
and cry inside,
and howl for the pain if feel
so wat i feel can be free
as free as my spirit
as free as my howl,
but just because my howl is loud
and just because i howl out unproud, ...