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Whispers annihilate hopes,
true strength that lies dormant within.
Holding the blade within your mouth,
your beauty is that of angels
but when I close my eyes,
will your broken heart beat with mine.
Overcome all sorrow.
If you coped than,
you can cope now.
Pain passes like strangers.
Auburn sunsets can possibly mean death.
Wishing for an empty yet still happy ending,
nothing can fill me with the perfect sense of poise.
Yet gliding on these pretty wings bring warm solace
to the withering pages in this tale.
Tulip petals drenched in crimson warmth.
- Title: A Climactic Story (so far )
- Artist: Awean
- Description: another poem/song about the meanings of life
- Date: 12/23/2008
- Tags: climactic story
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- NakedJack - 12/23/2008
- Yay, something I can think about and figure out 5/5. I'm troubled by your ending metaphors though, wings=writings? Why do you wanna have an empty ending? Without sorrow (sorrowful)? Tulip petals drenched in crimson warmth; its the ending, peaceful, pretty, warm, yet not dead. Crimson, color of life, like rosy cheeks and fire.
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