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the sun rises, and does not discriminate. tears fall from my eyes, for i wish it would. i believe it should. lost, so far from familiarity how does this golden grass look with someone other, than my shadow beside me? deserted all those who would follow; i hesitate. more i am unworthy, to walk beside you. to be known and untrusted, i know so few. this stream stretches, for days upon days. clouded and dirty, with doubt and sin from days before these. i do not fear; days like these will never end. i left my soul behind, days before this, comfortably locked inside you. before blood stained my hands. I've been walking, I've been crying, I've been trying. but, i can't wash them clean. |
Your poetry makes me think of dreams I had. I remember a lot of things I want to forget, but that's okay. "how does this golden grass look with someone other, than my shadow beside me?" Amazing!! I'm just watching the sun rise now, I wish eveyone could see it. Great work. | Posted on 2009-05-25 00:00:00 | by MidnightSun89 | [ Reply to This ] | |