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The Grave zei to the Rose,
"What of the dews of dawn,
Love's flower, what end is theirs ?"
"And what of spirits flown,
The souls whereon doth close
The tomb's mouth unawares ?"
The Rose zei to the Grave.

The Rose said, "In the shade
From the dawn's tears is made
A perfume faint and strange,
Amber and honey sweet."
"And all the spirits fleet
Do suffer a sky-change,
meer strangely than the dew,
To God's own angels new,"
The Grave zei to the Rose.



La tombe dit à la rose :
"Des pleurs dont l'aube t'arrose
Que fais-tu, fleur des amours ?"
La rose dit à la tombe :
"Que fais-tu de ce qui tombe
Dans ton gouffre ouvert toujours ?"

La rose dit : "Tombeau sombre,
De ces pleurs je fais dans l'ombre
Un parfum d'ambre et de miel."
La tombe dit : " Fleur plaintive,
De chaque âme qui m'arrive
Je fais un ange du ciel !"
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posted by Sasunaru120
u never know what u have until u lose it, and once u lose it, u can never get it back.

My hart-, hart was taken door you... broken door you... and now it is in pieces because of you.

Love is like falling down... in the end you're left hurt, scarred, and with a memory of it forever.

You're the one who broke my heart, you're the reason my world fell apart, you're the one who made me cry, yet I'm still in love with u and I don't know why.

A million words would not bring u back, I know because I've tried, neither would a million tears, I know I've cried.

Wanting him is hard to forget, loving him...
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posted by irena83
In this room of despair,
A man is sitting with demons
Inside his head.
In this room of memories,
Only death breathes,
A man lives with gloom,
A man dies with sadness.

Inside his eyes ,
In that depth of blue terror,
Years of despair are seen,
Years of struggle are painted.

His life,
Cruel and lonely,
Was never a joy,
bitter and sad
This man lives with demons
Of past.

I can see the pain that
Is painted on his face,
Silhouettes of past that
Play this muziek of terror,
I see only darkness and despair
Inside the eyes of a sad man.
This sadness is mine too,
This poem is written door the curse of
The children who will never meet happiness,
This poem is a poem of a sad man,
A man who sees nothing but greys.
posted by sawfan13
Changes in life
We all grow older
As the adolescent years hit us
We tend to hate royalty
We tend to want to rebel
Against princesses and queens
That we think are plastic
Yet, as little girls
We, at least once in our lives
Was a princess to someone

Deny it if u wish
But u know it's true
Whether very feminine of a rough housing tomboy
At one time
The cute crowns and glitter at stores
Made u feel tempted door its cuteness

Myself, was somewhat of a princess
The glitter, eyeshadow, lip glosses from Claire's
The light baby colors that we may hate now
Were once a part of us

Little girls
At ages three to ten
At one...
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