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Love isnt always Blue -
05-03-2007, 02:55 AM
Here is a love poem, I dont think its that great, but I'll put it up anyway:
Sitting out in the cold
White and blue is what im told
I look like out here in the old world
Wanting a hand
Someone to care and love
much more than I have been told
seeing you here
then seeing you there
I cry out in pain
For my heart yearns for love
Covering up in a deep blue scarf
I join you walking in the park
Turning pink
My skin turns to its normal hue
And I can be found now
Kissing under the bright white clouds
With you
the real truth is often the one we dont want to hear
i am the tears that fall, you are the blood on my skin, we are mingled forever again, here we stand, hand in hand, but ill let go when my time has come, time for u to fly alone
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