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I am memories
of yesterday
that refuse to sleep,
and never rest.
I am the tears
that fall from my eyes,
washing away
the dust of my soul.
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I want to paint pain
into beauty, but my brush
can't find the colors.
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Each syllable falls
sweet from his lips like kisses
upon my heartbeat.
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They say through the words
of a poet,
you can paint beauty into pain.
Wish I could paint that
picture pretty.
To write myself free,
of the h..
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She smiles,
in hopes of disguising
her fall from grace.
Crying,
only when darkness sets
shadowing tears.
She smiles,
even as eternal
flame..
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He who writes of love
must surely have
tasted of beauty she posesses.
For he who hasn't, writes
not of taste
but of a dream divine.
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You blanket me with your words,
Inscripting your beauty
Onto the hearts of many.
Dipping souls into the
Sweetness of your poetry.
Caressing minds..
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I know there are much bigger things
in the world than I,
But that doesn't mean I won'tdrown
in the tears I cry.
Even though there are worser fea..
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