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People of Heart
written by Bloodsplattered_Fears09:05 AM 2/21/05In the icy night,
Up in the sky.
My imagination takes flight,
I love to fly!
The ground far below,
The sky still above.
Right in the middle,
Flying loving it so much.
But all the sudden I stop,
I fall right down to my cell.
But right before I hit,
I’m caught above where I fell.
It’s a boy with big eyes,
Icy blue hair.
I would try to speak,
But only if I dared.
I tried to speak,
but my throat rebelled.
I tried to speak,
But the words repelled.
Although I didn’t say a word,
He looked at me as if he heard.
Although he did not speak I knew what he said,
“We are people of heart we come from the same thread.” |
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Author's footnotes and comments on this Poem:
I love to fly above the people who i hate, but when i fall right before i hit the ground...i wake up...i have never been caught like that before...
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| » Comments / Feedback | by KeTheHomicidalManiac (2-21-2005 - 09:12 AM)
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