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The time has come to have a cry.
To remember the times that made me wanna die.
The times of hurt && the times of pain.
The times I thought I was going insane.
The times when I sat alone and wept.
The sleepless nights I never slept.
I turned away and closed my eyes.
I thought of all the times without tears.
The ones I actually laughed and had no fears.
The ones when I was with my love.
Where I felt like I was a dove.
Flying && soaring above the clouds.
Feeling the wind hit my face.
I felt invincible and confident and strong.
He is everything I needed all along.
He makes me feel like I can live.
Like I can dream and become someone great.
A person with a mind and soul.
Who is so in love and out of control.
Who will go beyond great lengths.
Just to sort out all their kinks.
This is the time to be set free.
To live your life and let everyone see.
See yourself and what you think.
See your dreams and how they link.
In a chain and in your mind.
Like a story book going on undefined.
Describing you in every which way.
Be as thoughtful as you may.
The time is now. It has begun.
Now let's just see how long it can run.





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Patty2246 said...
Aug. 13, 2008 at 3:18 am
A very talented poet.
 
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