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Literature
Sad and quiet night
Sad And Quiet Night
It was a sad and quiet night,
with words as my shade,
I wrote this poem to you,
hoping that the pain would fade.
Hoping that the pain would fade,
the pain I feel in me,
as each day passes by,
the time might set me free.
It was a sad and quiet night,
when I faced the hardest part,
cause I was all by myself,
with a broken heart.
It was a sad and quiet night,
with my head in hand,
when I learned to accept,
and how to understand.
Now I do understand,
that reality is pain,
which brought me tears,
and left me in the rain.
It was a sad and quiet night,
as my dreams went through,
I realize my mistake,
it was wrong to love you.
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Literature
The Escapades of 1903
I leart to be strong  
Words of wisdom
come to my ears,
Telling me what I know in my heart,
But never wanted to hear.
With the truth finally said
and out in the open for me to plainly see,
I wonder why I can love so deeply
but never had that love returned back to me.
I confessed the feelings
that I held inside for so long,
But with his soft- hearted rejection,
I realize I have to be strong.
With tears that want to flow
from my eyes,
I feel that my heart,
along with my composure, slowly dies.
While this dramatic side is showing through
with my ability to question and reason,
I think I may have found
something in me that I can believe in.
Love hurts . . .
That's what they all say,
But I will love again
when all this pain and sorrow goes away.
So I sit and think of all the things
this situation has cost,
And I realize that nothing
very important has been lost.
Instead, a learning experience
has come from all this.
I've learned that hardly anything
is more important than my happi
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Literature
I learnt to be strong
I leart to be strong  
Words of wisdom
come to my ears,
Telling me what I know in my heart,
But never wanted to hear.
With the truth finally said
and out in the open for me to plainly see,
I wonder why I can love so deeply
but never had that love returned back to me.
I confessed the feelings
that I held inside for so long,
But with his soft- hearted rejection,
I realize I have to be strong.
With tears that want to flow
from my eyes,
I feel that my heart,
along with my composure, slowly dies.
While this dramatic side is showing through
with my ability to question and reason,
I think I may have found
something in me that I can believe in.
Love hurts . . .
That's what they all say,
But I will love again
when all this pain and sorrow goes away.
So I sit and think of all the things
this situation has cost,
And I realize that nothing
very important has been lost.
Instead, a learning experience
has come from all this.
I've learned that hardly anything
is more important than my happi
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Literature
And you're gone
And You're Gone
no more dreams of warm hands and soft eyes,
No more hopes of gentle kisses in the night.
The realization of losing you is slow in sinking in.
I never wanted it to be my fault,
So why do I feel like it is?
I always wanted someone who could make me happy,
I yearned for someone to make me feel loved.
And I received all these useless questions,
Which the answers to we don't know.
All left to this pointless wonder.
I don't mean this to make you feel guilty,
It's just that I don't know what to say.
I never expected to ever lose you,
It hit me like a slap in the face.
I hope you know that I still love you.
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Literature
Everything
EVERYTHING
Every new beginning,
comes from some beginnings end.
Every time you kill me,
I am born again.
Every time you close that door,
Another door is opened.
And every time you say goodbye,
a different word is spoken.
Every time you look at me
my back is facing you,
And every time you ask to see me
I'll have something else to do.
Every time I join your game,
You're not playing fair,
And every time I really love you,
I pretend that I don't care.
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geki-kun Featured By Owner Jul 25, 2010  Professional General Artist
its an old account lol
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ch0co-pudding Featured By Owner Dec 11, 2009  Professional General Artist
o_o holy hell, dude, draw more
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