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By Baller22 GOLD
New Albany, Indiana

Eyes filled with sorrow The tarnished dreams of tomorrow With this world so dark and grey We are only left to pray Good fortune come to those who wait The rest receive their d...
Baller22 GOLD, New Albany, Indiana
11 articles 0 photos 8 comments

Favorite Quote:
Every story has an end, but in life every end is just a new beginning!


#31372 Poetry
By AVERAGE BRONZE
Rosehill, Virginia
AVERAGE BRONZE, Rosehill, Virginia
3 articles 0 photos 48 comments
#31373 Poetry
musiclover97 GOLD, Elkins, West Virginia
19 articles 0 photos 3 comments

Favorite Quote:
&quot;Trying to forget someone you love is like trying to remember someone you never knew.&quot;<br /> &quot;Writing is art to the blind, music to the deaf, comfort to the broken, and emotions to the expressionless.&quot;

#31374 Poetry
By torchic BRONZE
Carlsbad, California
torchic BRONZE, Carlsbad, California
1 article 0 photos 0 comments
#31375 Poetry
By ana16c GOLD
Hartford, Wisconsin
ana16c GOLD, Hartford, Wisconsin
11 articles 0 photos 0 comments
#31376 Poetry
By Anonymous
#31377 Poetry
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#31378 Poetry
By IRBFGW DIAMOND
Cincinnati, Ohio
IRBFGW DIAMOND, Cincinnati, Ohio
53 articles 1 photo 223 comments

Favorite Quote:
&quot;Hey, assbutt!&quot; Supernatural, Castiel.

#31379 Poetry
By SunshyneSky GOLD
Oakdale, California
SunshyneSky GOLD, Oakdale, California
10 articles 0 photos 6 comments

Favorite Quote:
Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being &quot;in love&quot; which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two.&quot;

#31380 Poetry
By emmydellinger BRONZE
Coronado, California
emmydellinger BRONZE, Coronado, California
3 articles 0 photos 0 comments