Just another cynical thought my mind spewed forth.
Where is love,
Love is gone,
It's replaced,
By crime and wrong.
Where are you,
You are gone,
You're replaced,
By painful song.
Where am I,
I am stuck,
I'll be here,
Forever...
There is love,
Through and Through,
Everyday,
I'm here for you.
There is you,
Final light,
Look at you,
What a sight.
There is me,
Being me,
Quiet, Shy,
Forever...
See the love,
Saying bye,
See it jump,
See it fly.
See the you,
The true you,
Never see,
My love flew.
See the me,
Sit and cower,
Wilted flower,
Forever...
9/05/2005
My Cynical Pinnacle
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I'm impressed. Young's Tempest and God's Hand are in my opinion, your best. However, I'm impressed. The simplicity you're beginning to use is quite amazing, really. It would seem as though the power of brevity is prevalent.
This poem is so freaking good!
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