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Feb 20, 2003 12:34:59 GMT -5
Post by SeXXyHuNNySeXXy on Feb 20, 2003 12:34:59 GMT -5
Sometimes I sit and try to figure it out Why do we cry, why scream? Why shout? When all of our life we fight- Fight to make it better, make it right When time goes bye and nothing has changed What have we done, other than aged? One day will we understand, will we know? Will we stop all the tears that started to flow? They say time changes all things Will it give us hearts and wings? So we can fly high above like angels, or eagles And if so, will that make us all equals? Can time change us? Make us different I need to know because I want to make an imprint I want to change the world for you The world for them and even me too But how can I do this if my tears still flow Fall all down my face like they’ll never go? My tears are like rain drops falling from above Does this prove… that I can never be loved?
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Ladeis
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Just for introductions...I am 20 years old and have always loved poetry and only write what I feel.
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Feb 20, 2003 14:15:10 GMT -5
Post by Ladeis on Feb 20, 2003 14:15:10 GMT -5
I can relate to your thoughts and will post one of mine tomorrow to demonstrate. Wonderful work.
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Feb 20, 2003 21:18:09 GMT -5
Post by MrLociss on Feb 20, 2003 21:18:09 GMT -5
Good Poem...You have good timing. Sounds like you'd be a songwriter. Keep it up!!!
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Feb 21, 2003 4:57:46 GMT -5
Post by engarde on Feb 21, 2003 4:57:46 GMT -5
Very interesting, we do all seem to seek meaning in our life. These lines are my favorite:
"I need to know because I want to make an imprint"
Thanks
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