10-31-2004, 09:33 PM | #11 |
Oh hi! :D
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A tribute to someone...I wonder if he can figure out who...
What is he hiding? A pain that others can't see.. And how does he go on? What can it be? What is the sorrow that he writes? And through his eyes he sees what sights? Respected, perfected Tears are brought to my eyes... Inspected, infected For how can any of it be a lie? I read, and I cry And why...and why... For I have not felt like he shows Knowledge beyond what I know I put my fears out on ink Belittling all that I think But to him I cannot compare His writings keep me ensnare I wonder, why he writes thus? How could someone be so tough? For I have played my hand at the game And I have lost more than I have gained And he's here talking, laughing His power flowing, never sapping We all live, but he lives truly No pretensions, never fooling And yet he's sad, and that is seems His love is just a simple dream Last edited by BlackMageGirl!; 12-15-2004 at 02:01 PM. |
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