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Love.

June 25, 2010
By ali8jane BRONZE, DeSoto, Texas
ali8jane BRONZE, DeSoto, Texas
4 articles 0 photos 17 comments

Favorite Quote:
I am the author of my life. Unfortunately, I'm writing with this pen made of my own bone, it's ink my blood; and I can't erase my mistakes.


We were one,
now were none.
We march to the beat,
of the skeleton drum.
We continue to search,
and fail to find.
We hope that love,
will save us in time.
We don't know how,
or when or where.
The angels are weeping,
and I don't even care.
True love eludes us,
it is hard to find.
I am so confused,
I need a sign.



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on Mar. 7 2013 at 5:45 am
JessesAngel SILVER, Lincoln, Delaware
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When angry, count to four; when very angry, swear. And never tell your problems to anyone. 20% don't care and the other 80% are glad you have them

I like the confusion in this poem; it's familiar. good job :)

on Aug. 2 2010 at 7:14 pm
ali8jane BRONZE, DeSoto, Texas
4 articles 0 photos 17 comments

Favorite Quote:
I am the author of my life. Unfortunately, I'm writing with this pen made of my own bone, it's ink my blood; and I can't erase my mistakes.

glad you like it :D

on Aug. 2 2010 at 2:01 am
softballbabe2014 SILVER, Wimberley, Texas
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"Smile now, Cry later." "everything happens for a reason"

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