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| From: mariemuses (Original Message) | Sent: 12/10/2005 6:16 AM |
These tears I've cried Have washed away Little pieces of me The hurt, The pain I've born has Torn away Page after page Filled with feelings And dreams I believed Scribbled lovingly in my journal. Now all that remains Is a stain, A blurry reflection Of the woman I once was. I am Quiet and shy But they say They have a Life, a spirit, a say, It's all here In black and white Ideas with which to play, Creates a world Where all want to stay A place where they can Have Romantic musings. |
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Marie-That's oh so true. And the beauty of romantic musings, well nothing can compare. Hugs Dale |
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Those tear-stained pages remind you of your loving heart, which is the very core of being human. Yes, and now they translate as fodder for the pen. Fine write, Marie!! Happy New Year to you...Lin |
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