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TyHamer |
some Pains
Jul 13 2009, 8:22 PM EDT
| Post edited: Jul 13 2009, 8:32 PM EDT
Some pains don't wash with the morning rains-but stain the innonence that we were born with.That gift of seeing the sweet honeys' of life-experiencing communicative relationships with the birds and the butterflies... No eyes should have to cry these kind of tears. lost years of my exsistence that I could of used growing my seeds into strong trrees! Watching them bear fruit sweeter than the lemon-drops that often sour my mental... Some pains don't pass like the night to the day-they stay, and play on my heart-strings pulling away at my very soul. Hoiw cold does it have to be before we're alloted the warmth of a single hug. Love... Love floats above my head in a dream, and everytime I reach to hold it- I find myself holding pains of loves that disappeared before they were even born. Some pains don't heal... And sometimes? Thats all I feel. Do you find this valuable? |
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