

delusional poetry- volume oneSilence is a promise to be feared, she said As there is always music to be played That which we mistake for silence, Is but a moment in which we take in our collective breath In expectation of what we have yet to hear.delusional poetry- volume one


I, Like the RainI envy the rain from the cloud above your house, Spattering and sliding down the window of your room, Because they are close to you crying yourself to sleep.I, Like the Rain
They prove the warmth of your house, As I sit on a bench in the rain, Every muscle contracted, but not shivering.
I’m sitting, soaked, trying to be the rain; I’m trying to be as close to you as possible; I’m trying to stay in your warmth.
And even if I didn’t want to be the rain, I’d still be falling.
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80th pageview!!!!
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Love is a divine accident, and is the greatest of all things in life.
♥ =K-D-C ♥
The bridge of salvation is never so far that it cannot be reached.
If your will is unyielding, there is nothing you cannot do.
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Love is a divine accident, and is the greatest of all things in life.
♥ =K-D-C ♥
The bridge of salvation is never so far that it cannot be reached.
If your will is unyielding, there is nothing you cannot do.
i MUST submit something in the near future- well, at this rate, in 2008 il have 2and a half deviations lol
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