My Hearts' Confusion, by August
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Words on a page,
That come from my heart.
My life is a stage,
But what is my part?
This glorious ride,
Through unending time;
Though I've ofter tried
I can't make it rythme.
The pieces are there
But all out of place.
The canvas is bare
Of beauty and grace.
Will it ever seem
To finally make sense?
Or will I just dream
At my own expense?
By Kim
4/8/05
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| Posted: 2005-08-19 20:21:18 UTC |
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| 2005-11-17 16:54:00 | No Child Is Innocent Once Born |
| Wow, gud poem, the emotion and meaning gets through bt at the same time its not obviously in ur face. Well done! |
| 2007-06-27 05:08:59 | User |
| This is sincere and in a way thought provoking..I like it.. |