Broken hearts can't see
for their vision is scattered
bleeding hearts too
can see no love
they're blinded by the blood
and their vision,
thus is blurred
so then stop the bleeding
so then that love can return
we may be down
out although we ain't
river Jordan to have crossed
yet far from Canaan i know we stand
i am but a good soldier
unbroken
unbowed
and time stands no still
so still intact i remain
i know some will say
i know some will nay
but time soaks all sorrows
when happyness follows beautyful tomorrows
insanity?
courage.
hope.
© August 2011
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... happy you're here, finally. these random thoughts are random, the poetry is from pseudo -poets and any likeness to any human being, living or not so alive, is purely (well, mostly) coincidental. enjoy
30 August, 2011
24 August, 2011
JULIET
Verona
not Paris
Verona it was dear
In the minds of my heart
it is to that legend
to that city
so eloquent in love
that a surprise trip was planned
Verona it was
remember!?
not Paris
Ooh Verona of my dreams!
© August 2011
not Paris
Verona it was dear
In the minds of my heart
it is to that legend
to that city
so eloquent in love
that a surprise trip was planned
Verona it was
remember!?
not Paris
Ooh Verona of my dreams!
© August 2011
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