tara fortier

Amongst the silence in my heart
And the tumbleweeds in my soul.
Your voice will scream out to me
which will be the only sound to be heard.
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As we raise our wings to fly
Heaven floats beneath us.
Hell becomes a distant memory
Of what used to be.
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A wise man once spoke of star crossed lovers.
More than just a slumber underneath the covers.
This man spoke of love so gentle and warm.
When will this woman feel the clearing of the storm.
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For most High school is unforgettable

Mates making moments memorable
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The water flowing nicely
The current coming swiftly
The boat is floating steady.
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Like fire a being needs agravation to burn.
We wait for the silence in which peace can return.
Like fire a being needs time to calm down.
But not so long as to float and then drown.
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The final curtain.

My life is but a stage, where the false actions surround me.
The time has come to say that I have finished reading scripts.
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A brush without the paint
The sky without the stars
A tortured soul, missing needless scars
These are things that should always be
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Should you do for someone, when the appreciation lacks
Do your gestures believe to get that back.
Go ahead and take your last breath.
While the friendship we had falls to it's death.
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The cycle of Three.

Emotions are felt.
Actions are seen.
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Its hard to watch someone like you, love
someone else. Questions of confusion are endless
inside. What is it that i dont have. I dont have anything
to hide.
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Descending steeper into the ocean of fate.
Abide with the lost souls that surround me.
Reminiscing of forgotten lies and repenting for lost loves.
Regretful of former lives I have toughened
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Must one perish mentally or physically
to be desired even more.?
Many walk dead inside yet never are they mourned.
Time and time again we must acknowledge the sadness.
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Cowardice resides within the arms of death.
Unforeseeable as well as stealthy In the game of life.
Inevitable.
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Treasure is frequently deep below the earth.
You, my darling were buried distant in my mind.
Every being awaits to be loved, adored and held.
On the surface it is blind yet within it is bright.
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