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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. Shame 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. Fana | 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 ] | |