Words III
What use are these
Meagre words?
How may they truly capture
That tender, kind caring that,
Was his heart and soul?
How may humble letters build an image of such a life?
And yet,
In the end,
These foolish trembling words,
Are all that do remain.
There's a new star in the sky tonight...
















Devious Comments
Comments
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Death makes angels of us all
& gives us wings
where we had shoulders
smooth as raven's
claws
-Jim Morrison
Awesome work here. Love this piece, nice and short and to the point. Good work
Keep it up, and take care.
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Metaphor for a missing moment..
Pull me in to your perfect cirlce
~APC
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i'm sure you feel it much more and stronger than the words you've written here. i know i do when i write stuff... idk how ta explain lol ok now i'm just being dumb and confusin again. arg ga! why am i so dumb?!
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take it as it comes
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Ah, pillow gun. Where danger and comfort meet. Two hundred thread count, meet two hundred dead count.
Hogwarts Live!
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The human race never ceases to irritate me.
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