He is not a Poet,
Yet he can rhyme.
He seems nearly dead,
But still he has time.
You may not understand him,
He sits there pen in hand.
Writing out his thoughts,
Although they're nothing grand.
He has nothing he can say,
In silence he starts to think.
Slowly the lamplight fades away,
His bleeding heart starts to sink.
If only he could shake this,
But his writings none will see.
His living hell does not exist,
All his pain is just a dream.
He is not a poet,
He just sits writing out his heart.
Nightmares he can't forget,
Perhaps you've known that from the start.















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Enigma
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"There is nothing to fear, when I'm here, I want to feel your touch, because I love you so much!! Love you Stephanie!!" =LilithLairPoetry
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-Avry-
-Avry-
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"There is nothing to fear, when I'm here, I want to feel your touch, because I love you so much!! Love you Stephanie!!" =LilithLairPoetry
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wonderfully done, avy..
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With my sword...
those victim to it...
...in this age of possible peace...
i will...
proceed to heaven.
(Rurouni Kenshin)
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Live by the sword, and die by mine.
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