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The hours,days,years pass by.
Memories do not satiate me.
The home I have created in my eyes craves to be inhabited.
The rooms lit up at the ecstasy of our meeting.
Beloved come to me,as I am paralyzed by lethargy
Beloved speak to me, as I am shackled by responsibility.
Ashamed to touch, ashamed to feel, ashamed to believe.
There is a cure to my illness in which you play no part.
| Wow, thats all i can say. There is power in these words that leave me blank.|
|| Posted on 2009-05-28 00:00:00 | by BusterLILblock | [ Reply to This ] || luv the lethargy line...wud write more buh gotta get 2 2nd part!!!...||| Posted on 2008-09-24 00:00:00 | by Jaiknob | [ Reply to This ] || i dig these lines they are wicked kool|
"Beloved come to me,as I am paralyzed by lethargy
Beloved speak to me, as I am shackled by responsibility. "
u went all rumi onn this iyts koooooooooooooooooooooooooooool
|| Posted on 2008-08-21 00:00:00 | by DaGrimReaperess | [ Reply to This ] || dang lil bear this poem is nice. and heavy. i lykie. imma go read part 2 now.||| Posted on 2008-08-21 00:00:00 | by DaGrimReaperess | [ Reply to This ] |