Thank you

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    Thank you

    In my life I have lost some things, twice.

    I had forgotten how to smile,
    how to see bit further, beyond this misery.

    I had forgotten how to be happy,
    how to trust anyone, give them power over me.

    I had forgotten how to be me,
    buried everything deep inside, hidden from others.


    You taught me how to smile again,
    to laugh without reason, to cry from the joy.

    You taught me way to be myself,
    made me reveal what I am, to give someone power over me.

    You taught me how to be happy,
    to feel that warmth inside, to believe someone cares.


    Thank you for revealing my error again,
    showing that path of tears lie in sorrow, not in joy.

    Thank you for taking it all away,
    making me to hide myself again, to trust no one.

    Thank you for telling I am nothing,
    pointing my place, to be outcast by my own choice.

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    XKikiXInuzackiX commented on Thank you

    08-15-2009

    Wow I met a person who did take everything away from me and said that my smile makes them sick. While reading this it made me remember the things he did to me. Then for some reason I smiled and if it weren't for him i wont be as i am today and i met a new guy and im afarid that his going to do what my ex did but im taking the risk ......... yet i hope i still have something to give........ 10 for sure of this Rockin Peom keep writing the pain "Lyrics are our blood Words are our screams" A lost one told me this and i live by it Love you writing Love your lyrics Love your emotions Never stop please ------Kiki Inuzacki "Lyrics are our blood Words are our screams"

    baby19 commented on Thank you

    04-10-2009

    me too and ppl dontr understand ppl like us

    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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