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Hi my name is Erin and im 21 now. I stopped writing poetry for a while, after the biggest heartbreak that i'll prolly ever suffer. I dont know why but I find some comfort in reading the happiness of others, thier happiness conveyed so beautifuly in a canvas of words spread out over the horizon of what seems like an endless world of bliss. I know the darker side of that world however, and now I will try and paint my own heart aches with with tears for color and the pieces of my soul for a brush |
As I walked along, enjoying my day,
a stranger came and looked my way...
Our relationship... was like walking a tight rope
I had no fear, but jumped on with hope...
Come to my place
where dreams come true...
Roses are still red
Violets, still blue...
I know that I've said it
Once or twice today...
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We are but players in an orchestra weeping our melodies that contribute to the symphony of life as we know it, and above it all... The lord, our composer |
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She said she loves him, and wants to spend the rest of her life with him... I said " remember you said that once about me" take it slow, and let the love grow, when the time is right you will know, for God has deamed it so </3 |
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They say that beauty is in the eyes of the beholder, and true love in the heart of a dreamer... if thats true then either im completely blind, or I grew up and saw you for what you really were </3 |