Tuesday, January 17, 2012

Poem 1-17

When it hurts, I cry
The same ol tears
When lord will it be my chance
To love without these fears

Wiser now I admit
Oh how I've grown
My only wish now
Sweet ignorance a distant friend to have known

No fingers pointed
More directed at me
Better than
Misery

Although it hurts
All pain not good or bad
Just tears to babtise
A soul from sadness

Truth sought is truth seen
A darkness resided
No hope bestowed
He and his soul besided

Only plans to go forth
And fill my time with faith
Love til I have no more
A journey where sure no safe

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