Far into some dazed horizon,

He feels a light of faith,

Clinging to the hope of odds,

He lives in a despair,

His dream is not a mock of night,

It stretches into the day,

Neither a shattering piece of galss,

But one placed on the edge,

Hoping for to pull back to land,

It could fall and shatter,

Silently in a corner he sits,

Writing this requime of desire.



I have my admission decision due tomorrow, the poem is dedicated...idk blah!

Floydian Floydian
26-30, M
8 Responses Mar 13, 2009

You are not going to show me one are you? Nvm..

Well I are right just thats why! :P<br />
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*not talking* :|

Actually whatever i am here so are you isint that just great? :)<br />
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I want a pic!! x-(

hehe well all that said and i just want to tell you something i was on EP and hooked up because i wanted some place to share my poetry not my ****! so you see there is just that little flaw :P<br />
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beautiful pic! But you know the one i wanted! :/

thanks! :)<br />
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Well nope, i took the wrong turn and i ended up on a different road altogether, no going back, but living with regrets and sadly is not an option too so just accept what you have and do best with it! :)<br />
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Aw I want a pic!!!!!

well written.

Ok its better to say i made it through but never got there (the place i wanted to be)<br />
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:) :) Red? ;)

I made it but not quite exactly the way I though i would! *hugs back*<br />
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love you for just saying that! :)