

A Thousand and OneA thousand and one fish in the sea, Each with a pair, with the exception of me, They swim by, two by two, And as I watch on, my heart does undo, A thousand and one fish in the sea, Though not a one is there for me.A Thousand and One
A thousand and one birds in the sky, Each, but me, in a pair do fly, hours and hours they fly to thier nest, But I have no home, nor mate like the rest. So I simply fly on with my broken, bent wings, And ignore the pain that flying thus brings. A world such as this has no place I can be, A thousand and one, but not one for me.
A thousa
Fairy lights
^^
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And then 'I' was broken...again into a million pieces.
When my heart had mended.
"A new 'beggining' nor a 'good ending'.
Within days I was thrown down again.
It took so long to pick up these pieces;
But on My knees..
I attempt to pick them up again.
Again into a million pieces
When her heart had mended she thought
"This is a good ending"
Too soon were these words put to promise
Within days she was thrown down again
And exactly for what, do you ask?
The wrongs she's commited and not understood
Obliviouse to why she is being blamed
She tries to ask why
But the why's just sit there...unanswered
How could someone with so much love
Be hated so greatly by one?
Pushed away, thrown away, locked away
The world wants her no more
Something, trash, that needs to be taken out
But not all at once
Bit by bit until she shatters
Left lying alone collecting dust
Should she...would she...try again?
It took so long to pick up those pieces
Staring at her from the floor
All she wanted was to exsist
And slowly...the carpet of life has been yanked
Not completely from under her
Just enough to make her stumble
Her eyes well as she looks down upon them
And then, on her knees
Attempts to pick them up again "
good poem.
^^
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And then 'I' was broken...again into a million pieces
When my heart had mended.
"A new 'beggining' nor a 'good ending'
Too soon were these words put to promise
Within days I was thrown down again.
It took so long to pick up these pieces
Yet by now,
No more art is made by You.?
Sad...it used to be so neat to read your poems.
Well take care...peaze out.
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And then 'I' was broken...again into a million pieces
When my heart had mended.
"A new 'beggining' nor a 'good ending'
Too soon were these words put to promise
Within days I was thrown down again.
It took so long to pick up these pieces
Yet by now,
--
And then 'I' was broken...again into a million pieces
When my heart had mended.
"A new 'beggining' nor a 'good ending'
Too soon were these words put to promise
Within days I was thrown down again.
It took so long to pick up these pieces
Yet by now,
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#Whores:
<newklear> I love how this room is 83% homosexual connotation, 8% conspiracy, 5% BEWBS, and 4% actual talking.
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