Coming To Terms

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I’m bleeding out
Giving up for good
Each time I help
I lose the ground I stood

Each piece of heart
Each piece of love
Each piece of soul
Brings me closer to above

He calls us home
We know when it’s time
We have a purpose
I’ve found mine

It’s time to accept it
Accept my fate
To embrace it
And clean the slate

It’s time to go home
It’s my time to rise
To go be where I belong
In the heavenly skies





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KrissieCookie14 said...
Jun. 18, 2011 at 1:26 pm
I really like this. Its beautiful. but Remember somewhere out there, there is always something worth living for.
 
kms777 said...
Jun. 8, 2010 at 6:28 pm
dont get me wrong death isnt a good thing but u sure make it sound like it. everything sounds so beautiful and it goes together beautiful. i hope you'll reasd mine and tell me how to make something so sad sound so amazing.
 
pyropoet said...
Nov. 14, 2009 at 9:43 am
oh my goodness! this is incredible! u have a really great talent for writing poetry - it is very descriptive, very open about what you are feeling. keep up the great work! :)
 
EdytD said...
Apr. 8, 2009 at 1:21 am
when I read the poem, two ideas came to me: are you writing about death, or about finally opening up and talking? because if one dies, they hardly have a clean slate, but the references to heaven and fate seems like the end.
 
blingblang4eva said...
Mar. 3, 2009 at 2:06 am
this is rly rly good :) i like it.
 
kimber said...
Feb. 28, 2009 at 1:03 am
i think this is a really good poem. people can really relate to this.
 
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