poem whore

To run with the wind
Fly like a bird
you most first
dive into the dark
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I would like to use
big words that
explain indepth
how you this world
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7 suns
7 moons
7 rings of gold circling you
lost is your way 721 is the time of day
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From the darkest part
of my heart
to the sharpest point
in my mind
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Drunk and alone
the only thing
I want is to go home
traped inside
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forks in the road change the paith
life goes through an hour glass
and as the sands of time pass by
one wonders if life will always
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As the warm weather heats the ground at my feet
Donkeys shaking at their knees
worked to death not given food to eat
as they carry the load from the work day full
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From a point to top
the bottom always drops
mind over matter
a person never can flatter
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even though you maybe
half of what she ment to me
it reflects whats left of me
a mirror around my heart
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Even if I could fly
I would never
be able to touch the sky
for your eyes
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From the frame of my babe
I can feel a need to love uncondtionaly
To fall asleep in her soft and tender arms
watching as the sky turns dark
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As the man made smoke
rolls over the village
what fear shakes their door
as a cloudless day turns into
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kick and swear
I am not
going any-where
hate me all you want
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Lost in the Dark of a stroM.....
floAting in the winD
TraPed are the thougHTs with in
not aBle to feel or hear the whisPer
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IF TIME DOES NOT STOP
WHEN DID IT START
HOW BIG DOES IT HAVE TO BE
BEFOR YOU CAN'T SEE
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I do not know when
I do not know where
I do not know how
I do not know who
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keep your comments to yourself
the pain that is in my foot
that rolls to my calf and ends in my back
belongs to me
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make a Choice and choose to live within that moment for the rest
of your life
second guessing
only hurts
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I will always love the thought
that never comes to mind
shadows of memories
in almost what i would
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With the press of a button
I can tell you all my secrets
that I hold inside
I can share
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