Thursday, Feb 8, 2007
The sorrow, the pain,
the days and the nights,
the laughter, the shame,
the endless fights.
The flowers, the kisses,
the hopes, the wishes,
A mark in the sand
On the edge we stand.
The hardship, the troubles,
The changes we've made,
Still we stumble
Can't make the grade.
The difference, the care,
The knowing you're there.
The trust, the need
by which I am freed.
the days and the nights,
the laughter, the shame,
the endless fights.
The flowers, the kisses,
the hopes, the wishes,
A mark in the sand
On the edge we stand.
The hardship, the troubles,
The changes we've made,
Still we stumble
Can't make the grade.
The difference, the care,
The knowing you're there.
The trust, the need
by which I am freed.
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Posted Feb 8, 2007 5:15 am PT
Neko: Yeah. Four stanzas, four years, four stages of development.
Posted Feb 8, 2007 8:28 am PT
Its a nice poem that hints to an end that i guess you had not wanted.Its over isnt it
Posted Feb 8, 2007 8:41 am PT
What?! No way! "The need/ By which I am freed" is a need for him, by which I feel freer than I was without him.
Posted Feb 8, 2007 10:21 am PT
I never knew you felt that way about me.
Posted Feb 8, 2007 5:02 pm PT
haha sweet poem xD
Posted Feb 8, 2007 10:29 pm PT
thats beautiful
Posted Feb 9, 2007 9:52 am PT
I love poetry. That was a good piece.
Posted Feb 11, 2007 3:05 pm PT
wow- brilliant!
Posted Feb 15, 2007 1:26 am PT
That's really good.
Posted Feb 15, 2007 3:38 pm PT
I really liked that mate ... it was really good
Posted Feb 18, 2007 10:37 am PT
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