Hi ,Dark .ur poem moved me a lot ,u are gentle and fragile in ur side from ur poem .
but now u are not weak anymore ,u are strong enough .the deeper love u dedicate ur beloved
; the deeper hurt u would get...we are human being, not angel,not satan,I believe that u have ur own magic trick which convert u perfect.moving on
woooooooooow really its lovely comment...
my friend wendywenyuan
thnx for sending this sweet comment and i hope we can communicate in future more and more...thnx againg
keep contact plz
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Closely she whispered, her breath touched my ear
Time ago I didn't think of my past life
Now suddenly I feel inside me fear
In My heart, you have hard fixed your blunt knife
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She begged me not to make her weak next time
She used to be strict, hard as her father
She can't bear lovely speech, she hate soft rhyme
Try just once, than before you'll be smoother
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I made you of illusions, desires, and dreams
My statue will fall at the bleeding end
You work hard to destroy all my hopes, beams
unseen sky, deep seas… me you like to send
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God created us all of water and soil
On the earth ,the sons of the sky can't live
always you make my blood in my veins boil
we're not angels holding branch of olive
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I don't listen to you, though you are wise
No more I do open my heart's window
That I believe in my fatal demise
Accepting my fate, I start feeling low
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I know you desire me more as I do
So don't say any more, "Don't make me weak"
We are both alone, we can't find love in true
We have no time to spend on check or seek
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The wheel of the world's law will still revolve
We are not stones, dry trees or blocks of ice
How can we convince our needs? can you solve?
If the stone can breed, it will be very nice
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I'm not satan and you are not angel
I have virtues and you may have a vice
You have magic stick? convert the devil!
We make it once, why don't we make it twice?
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after some years i discover i have a poem. i like this poem
in fact, every poem i'd written represents parts of my identity.
REGARDS...